Orcs, Refugees, and the Many Uses of Slimes

Inside Baron Kagay's Territory, the orcs this year seemed even hungrier.

Having learned his lesson from the previous two years, Baron Kagay had long since fled to the nearest Blizzard Fortress for refuge.

Due to issues of productivity and funds, the territory's commoners naturally couldn't be taken along—they had to fend for themselves.

Not only that, but even the neighboring demi-human tribes couldn't escape the devastation wrought by the orcs, who were also fishing and hunting tribes.

The cold wind howled.

Wails echoed across the entire Northern Border beyond the fortress.

As the slaughter on the grasslands gradually drew to a close, a tribe ten thousand strong arrived here. In turn, relying on their numerical advantage, they had subjugated many orcs.

They were the Werewolf Tribe.

Inside Baron Kagay's castle, the Bearfolk Leader, Tigerfolk Leader, Minotaur Leader, and Leopardfolk Leader knelt before the leader of the Werewolf Tribe.

Along with several demi-humans wearing slave collars.

There were Wolf Demi-humans, Dog Demi-humans, Bear Demi-humans, and Leopard Demi-humans.

Crowds of human slaves and demi-human slaves were also herded into the castle—humans as their winter food reserves, and possibly the demi-humans too.

That Werewolf leader had gray fur, blue eyes, a powerful build, and a height of two and a half meters, though due to a hunched back, he stood only two meters tall.

Even so, he exuded an overwhelming sense of pressure.

He held a golden curved blade in his hand, and behind him stood a golden army.

The only pity was that it wasn't real gold, but copper.

After all, copper was golden in color.

The Werewolf leader spoke to the Tigerfolk Leader below: "Mantekif, considering we're all orcs, your tribe can join our Great Yue Clan."

"And all of you—I can let bygones be bygones."

As a leader who had fought his way to dominance, the Werewolf leader had his own thoughts. After all, the Great Khan was the orc Great Khan, naturally uniting many races and not inclined to exterminate other orcs indiscriminately.

"By the way, this so-called Golden Army these demi-humans talk about is nothing special. You, round up all the remaining Tiger Demi-humans as soon as possible."

"Yes, Lord Irimansky." Mantekif rose from the ground and walked out of the castle.

The orcs were more brutal than ever. Because of the food shortage, an extra ten thousand wolves had appeared, each with an appetite five to ten times that of a normal human.

What difference did that make from suddenly having an extra hundred thousand people?

The nearby tribes were all wiped out by the wolves like an Autumn Wind Sweeping Away Leaves.

Only the distant eastern Aningsbe and the even more eastern demi-human tribes remained untouched—for now.

But before that, what were the Aningsbe people doing?

"Everyone!"

"Ready!"

"Release!"

Ever since he came up with the javelin, Lynn had made everyone practice throwing it.

Everyone!

This thing really packed a punch.

Aside from its range, everything else was an advantage.

As for the issue of needing a lot of iron for the spearheads—it was indeed tricky, but not impossible to solve.

For instance, we're war criminals, right?

If so, why give armor to the soldiers?

Why not use more iron to build deadlier weapons?

After all, orcs cut down militia with one swing each.

So, what's the point of armor?

Put the extra iron into explosive packs as a big killer.

Put all the remaining iron into weapons.

It's the same logic as the Line Infantry era, where soldiers weren't issued armor.

Even if the enemy had armor, javelin damage couldn't be stopped.

Ever heard of a Middle Ages missile?

Unless the enemy had mages using shields, or they had shields themselves.

Humans were naturally good at ranged attacks—their arms were built for throwing things.

With Lynn's training, everyone using javelin throwers plus javelins could definitely inflict lethal damage within a few dozen meters.

As for accuracy?

Ever played Mount & Blade?

Think of a rain of hundreds of javelins—a player killer.

The same logic applies to the era of volley fire. Accuracy?

To hell with it—just blanket the area with fire.

At the same time, Lynn had trained himself into a Humanoid Flying Thunder Cannon.

Within a range of 200 meters, wherever he threw an explosive pack, it landed with pinpoint precision.

The soldiers' javelins fell like a torrential downpour, embedding into the ground outside the city.

Lynn nodded in satisfaction.

The human body truly was built for throwing things. With proper training, humans utterly dominated all other races when it came to hurling projectiles.

Afterward, Lynn sent people out to retrieve the javelins.

A few more days passed, and Lynn was still diligently studying the Technology Tree.

Then Lilim pushed Dania in through the door, followed by Anna and a man who had once worked as a slave trader.

That former slave trader, now a village chief, immediately dropped to his knees: "Milord!"

"Forgive me for disturbing you!"

"I beg you, take us in!"

But at this moment, Lynn had no time to spare for him.

Ordinary Slimes were rubber-like and possessed acidic properties.

But after being burned, they could be used as cement.

What about other types of Slimes?

So-called gunpowder and Steam Engines all worked by converting matter into energy.