Raging Javelinist, Elite Army

The other soldiers gradually woke up after the guard Kool knelt.

Feeling the powerful strength surging within them, they were immediately ecstatic.

"Goddess above, I, I've become a Rare Profession?!"

"Hahahaha, I've gotten stronger!! I've gotten stronger!!"

"The spears I throw now can pin a wild ox!"

"Praise Lord Loren!!"

The soldiers who successfully transferred professions discussed wildly, their gazes towards Loren filled with fervor.

They hadn't expected the rewards Loren offered to be so substantial.

A Rare Profession!

This was a Rare Profession worth a million Puck!

How could they possibly be worthy?!

Great Goddess, please protect the kind and great Lord Loren, such a magnificent being should live for ten thousand years!!

In an instant, their loyalty surged dramatically.

More than half of them directly reached the 80-point mark, achieving high loyalty, while the rest hovered around 78-79.

The Human army, whose morale had been unstable moments ago, now had their spirits soaring to the extreme in a mere moment, and their loyalty to Loren had risen to an unprecedented height!

The old butler Bohr, standing by, was stunned.

His mind was a complete mess.

Although his level was only Bronze, as a man over sixty, he had seen a lot.

Since when had the incredibly difficult profession transfer become so easy??

Just a few casual words could help his subordinates successfully transfer professions??

Was this a joke?!

This white-haired old man felt like his worldview was about to shatter.

As the cheers below subsided slightly, Loren turned to look at the bewildered old butler Bohr.

"Mr. Bohr, please take some men to the warehouse and bring out some suitable throwing spears. I want to test their strength."

Bohr's dazed gaze refocused. Looking at Loren, who treated all this as a matter of course, he trembled, wanting to say something but unable to.

After taking two deep breaths, he respectfully said, "Yes, master, please wait a moment."

With that, he led a few soldiers towards the manor's warehouse.

When his predecessor came to Gray Eagle Territory, he had purchased a considerable amount of military supplies. While there weren't many items like throwing spears, there were some.

After Bohr walked away, he looked at the excited soldiers beside him and, after holding back for a long time, finally couldn't help himself.

"Did you really transfer professions successfully?"

Several soldiers with flushed faces excitedly replied, "Yes, Mr. Butler, Lord Loren is truly great.

Our minds were filled with knowledge about how to throw spears, and my strength has also greatly increased."

"Yes, that's right, Mr. Bohr, don't you think Lord Loren is a Mage master? This is too magical!"

"Lord Loren is definitely a Mage master!! Besides a Mage master, who else could possess such power?"

"Praise Lord Loren!!"

Bohr's cloudy eyes looked at the soldiers gesticulating wildly, practically wanting to kneel and praise Loren, and his mind became even more chaotic.

After a long while, as if he had thought of something, the old butler's tense face suddenly relaxed, and he laughed heartily at everyone.

"Whether Master Loren is a Mage or not, you should all feel fortunate.

To be ruled by such a benevolent lord is simply a gift from the gods.

Be grateful. We are unlikely to ever meet such a kind lord as Master Loren again."

Everyone else nodded in unison upon hearing this, lamenting their luck. To encounter the kind and great Lord Loren, they were truly favored by the Goddess of Fortune.

Their admiration and worship for Loren surged once more.

For a moment, they even felt energized as they walked.

Half an hour later, on the withered grass clearing in front of the manor, six rows of wooden stakes were erected in sequence.

Each row of stakes was 30 meters apart. The distance from the first to the sixth row was a total of 150 meters (1-50, 2-80, 3-110, 4-140, 5-170, 6-200).

Loren stood at the throwing point 50 meters from the first row of wooden stakes, with a group of soldiers who had transferred to become Javelinists, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Kool, let's begin."

Upon receiving the order, Kool tightened the short spear in his hand, and he and nine other Javelinists stepped forward to prepare for their throws.

The short spears were about a meter long, with shafts made of ebony, tough and moderately weighted. The front end was a spearhead-shaped blade, gleaming with a cold, sharp glint.

No one doubted the lethality of the short spears; a brown bear would likely fall victim to one.

Loren observed them carefully. Their throwing stances were all standard, bodies leaning back slightly, like a drawn bow, their bodies moving in a smooth posture.

After a brief charge-up, the Javelinists launched their first attack in front of Loren.

Guard Officer Kool moved first. His body exploded forward like a spring. He rushed forward a few steps, and the short spear in his hand whistled through the air.

Seeing this, the other Javelinists launched their attacks in unison.

Whoosh~

The sound of the spear tips tearing through the air was like a wild beast roaring, sharp and terrifying.

In just two blinks of an eye, the short spears struck the first row of wooden stakes with the speed of lightning.

Thwack~ Wood chips flew. The 10-centimeter-thick wooden stakes were completely pierced, and some even broke and shattered due to the immense force of the spears. The scene was astonishing.

Loren nodded with satisfaction. At 50 meters, the killing power was at its maximum.

"Continue."

Seeing the power of their attacks, the ten Javelinists conducting the experiment were also excited.

They picked up their short spears again, aiming at the second row of wooden stakes 80 meters away.

Charge-up, sprint, spear thrown.

Whoosh~

Crack~

A classic scene repeated. The short spears pierced the wooden stakes again, with not a single miss.

Kool's spear even penetrated a wooden stake and embedded itself deeply into the soil behind it.

The killing power was astonishing.

"Continue."

Loren's interest grew. It seemed the Javelinists' killing power and range exceeded his expectations.

Next, the 10 Javelinists targeted the third row at 110 meters. Beyond that, visibility was poor due to the distance, so Loren wasn't in a hurry to move closer.

After the fourth row at 140 meters, the fifth at 170 meters, and the sixth at 200 meters, and once all six rounds of throws were complete, Loren finally asked the 10 Javelinists beside him, who were in excellent condition and not even breathing heavily.

"At this frequency, how many times can you throw while maintaining your killing power?"

Throwing was a physically demanding task, requiring the full strength of the body with each throw. For those with weaker bodies, the effectiveness would likely drop significantly after just two or three throws.

But these Javelin soldiers gave him another pleasant surprise.

"Lord, I feel like I can throw 20 times! After 20 throws, my strength will start to decline, and the range and killing power of my throws will also decrease."

"I feel about the same."

"Yeah, twenty times at most."

Kool looked at the soldiers around him with pride. He was Silver Grade, his strength far superior to Bronze Grade.

"Lord Loren, I should be able to throw about thirty times."

After all 10 had spoken, Loren had a rough idea.

Bronze Grade Javelinists could throw about 20 times in optimal condition. For Silver Grade, Kool was the only reference, setting the benchmark at around 30 times.

These 40 soldiers meant 800 short spears.

If this force was applied correctly, it would undoubtedly yield astonishing results.

"Let's go, let's go see the targets behind."

The third row of wooden stakes was 110 meters away. He could see that the short spears had inflicted decent damage on the stakes, but he couldn't see the details clearly.

Loren walked up to the first row of stakes at 50 meters. Ten spears had hit their targets, piercing the roughly 10-centimeter-thick wooden stakes. Several had even exploded, looking quite brutal.

The second row at 80 meters was similar to the first.

The difference appeared at the third row of stakes at 110 meters. Two spears missed their targets here, and 3 spears failed to penetrate the stakes.

The stakes at 140 meters showed even worse results: 4 out of 10 spears missed, and only two spears penetrated the stakes.

At 170 meters, only 1 out of 10 spears hit the target, and it didn't penetrate, only going about four or five centimeters deep.

At 200 meters, all spears missed. Not a single one hit.

After inspecting the results, Loren gained a direct understanding of the Javelin soldiers' power.

Within 100 meters, the Javelin soldiers were at their most powerful, with both accuracy and killing power being considerable. 100-150 meters was likely their secondary range, where accuracy and power began to decrease gradually.

Beyond 150 meters, the performance was unwatchable, with accuracy and power dropping significantly, posing little threat to the enemy.

"Short-range Javelins have extremely high lethality, but are weak at medium to long range."

Loren's gaze fell upon Kool.

"Try your skills again. Aim for the last row of scarecrows and throw."

Javelins have an explosive skill—Deadly Throw (C-class)—which unleashes their full power to throw their javelins, greatly increasing the damage dealt.

This is definitely the Javelins' signature skill.

The ten Javelins returned to their starting positions.

Under Loren's watchful eye, their auras gradually surged, their eyes even showing a hint of bloodshot.

The muscles in their arms bulged, veins writhing like earthworms beneath their skin, drawing gasps of admiration.

Their bodies bent sharply, compressing to the extreme like springs before suddenly exploding outward.

They sprinted forward a few steps at high speed, and the javelins flew.

Whoosh~

A fierce sound of air being torn apart erupted as the short javelins flew horizontally through the air with the force to rip through anything.

Crack~

The sound of splitting wooden stakes boomed.

Several wooden stakes snapped directly, and fragments of wood flew out over ten meters.

Loren immediately led everyone forward to observe.

The wooden stakes were in disarray. This time, only 5 out of 10 short javelins missed the target, and the 5 that hit completely pierced their targets, even shattering the wooden stakes into pieces.

The power of this skill was absolutely not to be underestimated.

Loren's interest grew even more.

These Javelins really had something special. To unleash such powerful damage from 200 meters away.

They were absolutely not to be underestimated.

With even greater anticipation, Loren had the Javelins throw dozens of rounds, conducting various tests.

Concentrated firepower test, rapid throwing test, maximum lethality test, longest range test.

Finally, after these newly transferred Javelins were so exhausted they couldn't even lift their arms, Loren reluctantly stopped.

Through a series of experiments, he gained a more intuitive understanding of the Javelins' strength.

Although the individual combat power of Javelins couldn't compare to Barbarians.

They still possessed immeasurable value.

Within a hundred meters, Javelins could pierce ordinary armor, and their skill—Deadly Throw—was even more formidable.

Once unleashed, the damage dealt could nearly double, and ordinary shields couldn't block it. More importantly—this skill could be used for three consecutive throws.

If they focused their fire on a single target, a Platinum expert might be able to withstand it with their terrifying combat power and extremely high combat skills, but a Gold Grade expert would be severely wounded, if not killed.

This was even without the Javelins activating their bonds. If they were at full strength with 100 people, and their accuracy increased by 30%, even Platinum experts would have a hard time.

The only drawback was that after using the skill, the number of normal throws would decrease from 20 to 10, essentially trading quantity for power.

After the experiments concluded, Loren was very satisfied with these Javelins.

These Javelins' combat effectiveness was more than one level higher than the previous soldiers!

"Retrieve all the javelins. We have no resources to waste.

Also, I will have someone forge a batch of new javelins for you to train with."

Looking at the exhausted but exhilarated soldiers, he gave another order.

"Kool, I appoint you as the commander of the Javelin Corps.

You must train them in the strictest manner within half a month.

I need all Javelins to hit enemies accurately within 100 meters, and maintain a hit rate of no less than 90% within 150 meters."

Although the soldiers had successfully transferred classes, this was not the end, but the beginning of their profession.

How much potential they could unlock still depended on their later training.

Improving accuracy could only be achieved through long-term, high-intensity practice; this was unavoidable.

"Yes, Lord Loren! We will absolutely not disappoint you!"

Kool was exceptionally excited. The strength coursing through his body made him feel significantly stronger than before.

And all of this was bestowed upon him by Lord Loren.

Praise the Goddess, he would repay Lord Loren with everything he had!!

Loren said no more, turning to look at the excited crowd.

The carrot and stick policy never went out of style. The rewards were given; now it was time for the stick.

His expression turned solemn.

"In the future, the military will be the sacred land of Gray Eagle Territory.

Three days from now, I will issue new military discipline. Anyone who violates the new military discipline will be dealt with by military law.

The law shows no mercy. I have granted you strength to protect the territory and the loved ones and friends by your side, not to fight and bully civilians!

Do you hear me?"

The murderous tone made everyone's heart skip a beat.

Gazing at Loren, who had undergone a drastic change, they immediately responded loudly.

"We hear you!"

Loren frowned.

"Did you not eat? I'll ask again, do you hear me?!"

Everyone roared, "We hear you!!"

Loren still didn't stop, shouting loudly, "Do you hear me??"

All the soldiers roared wildly, "We hear you!!"

The immense volume made a few passing servants in the distance turn their heads in shock.

How could this army, whose morale was so low this morning, be like a completely different person now?

This majestic aura is truly extraordinary.

"Lord Loren is truly capable. He has revitalized the army's spirit so quickly."

"Is this really that listless army?"

"It's astonishing."

The butler, Bohr, looked at Loren with turbid eyes filled with complex emotions: surprise, disbelief, and undisguised joy.

Lord Loren, you are finally shining with the brilliance of an Orchid Family descendant.

Is this the real you?!

Loren looked at the soldiers, whose demeanor had clearly changed, and said with a powerful voice.

"Remember this spirit you have. There are no cowards or weaklings among my soldiers!

Kool, dismiss everyone."

Kool roared in response.

"Yes!!"

After Loren turned and left, Kool shouted loudly to the soldiers below with their heads held high.

"Everyone dismiss! Soldiers on patrol, proceed according to plan!"

The soldiers below immediately roared, "Yes!"

The team that was just listless now showed signs of being an elite army.