The Legendary Moonlight Scluptor

The Battle Maestro 2

The runaway goblins were scattered, afraid of being chased by the knights, even though their levels were much higher, but could not defeat the infantry, who outnumbered them sixfold. The coordinated attacks killed the goblins one by one.

The tactics of the Romans like this would be useless against an army of the same number, but the army of 30 knights complete with shields, besieging from 4 directions, slaughtering the goblins one by one.

Every now and then Weed shot an arrow, he was leisurely at a safe distance in order to distract the goblins. When he saw the goblin's eyes Weed's eyes shone brightly.

'One of them is mine!'

Weed observed the battle, and when a goblin was dying, he shot an arrow right at his neck.

**Level*** Up!

Ever since Weed reached level 26, the kobold had not given as much EXP as before. It was still quite a lot, but for Weed it was too low. A goblin is in a different dimension than a kobold. When Weed killed the goblins, it instantly filled the remaining 37% to level up to level 27, and there was still 10% left for the next level.

'At level 50, goblins provide much better EXP than kobolds.'

Weed was tempted to kiss the goblins' asses. Only God knows what he would do if there were no knights around. It would be hard to find a better hunting ground than this.

"We won!"

The soldiers shouted in excitement, throwing their swords into the air. They were increasingly convinced that they had managed to defeat the goblins.

“Goblin is no match for us.”

"No, we won easily because we followed Weed's orders."

"He has the talent of a leader."

"He's very good at measuring the enemy's strength."

"Under his command, our chances of survival are very high."

After the fight was over, the soldiers praised Weed, patting him on the back. The goddess of fortune is siding with him! However, Weed turned his gaze toward General Midvale carefully.

If the knight felt humiliated because his leadership was taken over by a stranger, he had the right to execute Weed without the need to go to court, although Weed convinced himself that his friendship with the knight would spare him from the worst case scenario.

General Midvale looked at the corpses of the goblins, and seemed to think of something for a while, then said to Weed.

"You're a good soldier, Weed. I see an incredible talent in you. Do you want to take the road as a Royal Guard?"

“A Royal Guard?"

"You will be an officer in the honorable army of the Rosenheim Kingdom. Your starting position is denarion."

“You will be an officer in the honorable army of Rosenheim kingdom. Your starting position will be captain."

Ting!

You have received a profession offer!

If you accept it, you will take the position of captain in the Rosenheim Kingdom infantry. You will lead 10 knights. You will also receive regular training, and a monthly income of 50 silver. Will you accept this job offer?

After completing regular training, some basic sword techniques and a number of military equipment such as swords and shields would be provided. Surely, it was not the best exuipment in town. Just get an iron sword and heavy armor, just for the defense option without the extra option.

Weed shook his head because according to his original plan, it was too early to decide to join a regular job.

"I am honored that the general has such a high opinion of me. But I can't take it. A Royal Guard is certainly a noble ideal, but I would like to devote my time going on adventures freely to help the weak and hunt down evil monsters for a while. The blood of an adventurer runs through me, General Midvale."

"All right, then. If you change your mind, let me know. For now, take command of my men."

“Can I do it?”

“That's my job, but they seem to admire your strategy, wanting to be trained more by you. I'll keep an eye out from behind on how far your leadership can lead them."

General Midvale transferred the command of the expedition to Weed. For now, knights would have to obey him in this dungeon. Naturally, he did not expect loyalty that could make them jump into the abyss of burning coals to obey his orders. Weed's leadership was too low, so he relied on his friendship with the soldiers. Of course, he felt challenged by his new task.

'Dine! I'll take advantage of this situation.'

Weed kept his bow, then took his sword and raised it up. It was a demonstration for his new position. It would be less impressive if he raised the bow, reminding his troops of his past conduct in battles that were not arguably honorable.

"Listen, brother! My name is Weed, from now on, I take over the commanding position. I'm asking you to follow my orders well."

"Ready, Commander!"

“My main goal is to clear the dungeon without taking any casualties. Do your best and do not let a drop of blood spill in vain.”

"Ready, Commander!"

Ever since Weed took command of General Midvale, the attitude of the knights towards him changed drastically.

“Buren, Becker.”

"Yes, Commander!"

“You are the lookout now. Go to the front row and keep an eye on the enemy in the area. Even as we fight, you must observe the approaching enemy."

"Ready, Commander!"

Weed walked leading his army with two scouts in front of him. Before long, Buren ran towards him while panting.

"Commander."

"Speak."

“Report commander! There are 7 goblins at 12 o'clock. Two female goblins and five goblin raiders."

Goblin Raider, according to Weed's personal database, was a level 58 monster.

“Good work, Buren. Everyone, stop!”

Weed ordered his troops to hide, and set up some traps. Then, he went alone to the place where the goblins were seen. As Buren reported, there were 7 goblins resting there. Weed took out his bow and shot the most distant goblin. Before his arrow hit the target, he turned around and ran away.

Thump!

"Kyaaaahhh, man!" The goblins looked at Weed's direction and chased him quickly.

Weed realized that if he had been robbed by seven goblins, his life would not have survived, so he could only rely on his feet to avoid being caught. When Weed heard the goblin sound getting closer, he was shivering. While carrying the spear, the goblins ran with heavy strides.

'My God, they can even give me goosebumps. This is what you can call an amazing game. No, the coolest job for me.'

Even in a dangerous situation, Weed's mind was still positive. He was alone, but he would be safe when he reached the place where his troops were hiding. Weed ran away like his tail was on fire, and finally reached the designated spot.

"Commander!"

Buren and Becker were the first people he saw.

“Prepare to fight!  Goblin is close!” Weed's screams echoed out loud. 7 goblins emerged from inside the cave. In a few moments, their destiny will be determined.

"Kugh?"

The foolish goblins looked shocked by the sudden appearance of the knights from the rocks where they were hiding. Then they pelted the goblins with torches.

"These bastards are trapped!"

"Keep pushing forward!"

"They have spears. Be careful with their spears! Anyone who was injured had to retreat, whether severe or not!"

Had Weed known that he would lead the army, he would have bought more snares and nets. The best idea he could think of when there was no other tool was to throw a torch at the goblin.

The soldiers fought well. The 30-man army was like a giant machine that kept goblins apart and killed them one by one. They are reinforced by innumerable variables called morals.

Be it monsters or NPCs, morale had always been an important factor in battle. The knights believed in their new leader, Weed. On the other hand, the goblins lost their morale due to the torches thrown at them, the goblins only realized that they had entered into a trap, surrounded by a very large number of humans, and that they had been caught in the process, and lost the intention to fight back.

“Crigged humans trap us!”

“Kieeekk! Lari! Save yourselfiii!”

“You think we'll let you go alive?”

The knights relentlessly pushed their enemies, Weed's eyes twinkling at him.

“Their siege. Block the cave entrance!”

"Ready, Commander!"

"The injured night should retreat and provide first aid. Other warriors with full HP focused on defending. The knight who had been treated remained in a waiting position. You guys should be ready to join the battle when I give the order!"

Under Weed's command, the knights gradually paralyzed the goblins, two of whom were killed by the arrows. Since he had risked his life, at least he deserved 2 goblins to feel even.

The high-level goblins held out for a while even with low morale, but Weed divided his army into 3 groups, and ordered them to take turns beating the enemy, the goblins ended up being a gray flash.

The goblins dropped several drop items, 9 silver coins, a steel shield and a bronze spear. When Buren and Becker were about to take it as before, Weed held it back.

"Everyone, listen! I am proud of your courage. I'm going to split the drop item from the goblin in a different way than before."

“…”

"I will reward those of you who fight against goblins bravely. With one laden, he had to be unharmed enough to be unable to keep up with the next battle. My first priority is to bring you home safely to your beloved family."

"Ready, Commander!"

Hearing Weed's speech, his army's gaze seemed full of admiration.

Charm :+2

Weed would have taken all his drop items if he could, but he held them back. If his friendship with the infantry were to decline, his low leadership would not be able to save him from being mutilated, or even hanged.

The presence of General Midvale also adds one more reason to bury his greed. While leading his army, Weed cleared the goblins completely on the third floor.

"I'm sorry what does that mean, general?"

"I borrowed this knight from another regiment. I'm not allowed to take them indefinitely. They had to complete this quest in one month, and return to their initial regiment."

Weed had never heard of a deadline before. It seemed like only the kinghts were bound by him. Still, he did not speed up his pace. Against 6 or so goblins, he always lured them into a trap, then tempered them as his army fought them. In the case of a goblin of less than 6 tails, he would lead his army to directly fight with the enemy.

Weed avoided the battle unless his entire army had full HP, and he was still cooking soup and repairing damaged equipment to keep them in the best condition possible.

...* * *...

When the expedition managed to take control of the third floor of the dungeon, Weed reached level 37, and his men 34. It was time for the real hunt.

"Groan!"

“Defend formation! Attack!"

With Weed in command, the soldiers moved like barsekees, filled with madness. To them, goblins were nothing.

“Yatz! Yatz!”

"Dead you! You ugly monster!"

"You rancid bastard! I'll wipe you off the face of the earth!"

The soldiers continued forward while raising the shield. They often spoke harshly because Weed had taught them words from Counselor Rodriguez's dictionary. Sometimes they shout threateningly, and attack in situations that seem impossible. Their swords became more dynamic, slashing when there was a reproach from the goblins who were busy using spears.

Weed still maintained the same formation for his troops in order to rely on their comrades, but they became more reckless and quick. They had killed goblins over and over again, leaving thousands of carcasses behind. Adopting Weed's tactics aggressively, his troops destroyed the goblin's defenses with precisely coordinated attacks.

Now it only took the blink of an eye to destroy the platoon of 6 goblins like an army of 30 veteran soldiers who had charged ferociously to slaughter the enemies.

“The battle we have won. Time to distribute items based on individual performance. Hosram and Dale.”

“Hadir!”

"Are the soldiers in need of repair exuipment or treatment?"

"No, Commander!

"No, Commander!"

“Then, let's continue the hunt. Surveillance team report!”

Buren and Becker, in turn, monitored and reported the location and number of nearby goblins.

"Becker reports, Commander! 8 Goblins have been found within a 100-yard radius in the direction of 9 clockwork, One alchemist goblin, 6 warrior goblins, and one ordinary goblin."

"They're aggggg!"

The knights ran at medium speed, neither too fast nor slow. While running, they set their breath so as not to get too exhausted in the next battle.

“Ma-human!”

“Enemy, finish them all!”

The goblins put up a fight, but it seemed futile. The soldiers, now veterans of the fight, had dominated the goblins in terms of morale. Weed's arrow was a death sentence. His archery skill level rose drastically because he was active in combat, and now his arrow no longer only leads to dying goblins.

Weed now took the initiative to fire his arrows first, and when the goblins gathered to break through the encirclement of his soldiers, he stopped their movements with warning shots. The main target is, all goblins that threaten the life of one member of his army.

Imagine when a goblin's spear would float towards you, then the arrow of your leader breaking through the hole in the goblin's head, you would feel saved and become more loyal to him, right? The same logic applies to a number of knights whose lives Weed saved at the last second.

His army hunted goblins quickly and efficiently. They controlled the fourth floor faster than the third floor, and even maintained their speed on the fifth floor when encountering more goblins in each battle. The knights had gotten used to fighting, giving them the status of a veteran at a fairly high level, they were even able to fight goblins one-on-one.

But Weed kept using his old tactics that focused on defense and ganged goblins. Some of his men became arrogant and advised him to forget that tactic and, instead, attack the goblins fairly. But Weed remained firm on the original plan.

"Don't think that bastard goblin deserves a fair fight! Have you ever heard of a knight asking for a duel with a monster? If there is, it means that he is stupid to defend his honor against monsters. We fight with them to create peace and protect the people of Rosenheim. Remember well if you hesitate to end the goblin's life because you want to try to be fair, it's your comrades who will accept the consequences!"

Weed's leadership controlled 30 of his troops. One person who fought goblins alone was not considered by him. He was not allowed to take part in the next fight. At first he was happy to be out of danger, but then he realized that he could only sit down and watch his comrades level up.

This example is a lesson for everyone, his troops will stab goblins from behind whenever possible. They had been brainwashed by Weed's dirty tongue. 101 Infantry combat tactics.

In less than a month, Weed led an expeditionary force to clear the Litvart dungeon. With a week left, they returned to the 3rd floor, and on their way back downstairs, they hunted down the evolved goblins.

As the battle began, the knights spread out to two sides, forming a circle formation and killing the opponent in seconds. Once one battle was over, they immediately advanced to the next battle.

The blitz!

No knight lost their lives. They completed the Dungeon Litvart expedition quest, with the average level of the troops reaching 57, and Weed himself 62. Given that the average commander level in Rosenheim's army was 40, what Weed achieved was truly amazing.

"Good job, Weed. You've given us a great favor." General Midvale did not hide the fact that he admired Weed.

"If we have 5 more men with your courage and leadership, then the Rosenheim kingdom will never be attacked by monsters. With the right of a Royal Knight, I hope to appoint you as an officer. Will you accept my offer, Weed?"

Ding!

You have received a profession offer!

If you accept it, then you will get a position as an officer in the Rosenheim royal army. You will lead 100 infantry. You are also entitled to receive regular training, and a monthly income of 3 gold. 

Will you accept his profession offer?

A post that had an army of 100 men, officers were considered sub-knight who had the qualifications to take tests to receive promotion to knight in the Red Order. If other players heard it, they would surely accept it with pleasure, but Weed was not left unaffected.

"I'm glad to hear it, General Midvale, but this is more than I can accept."

"For Freya! Tell me if you want additional benefits, Weed. I believe we can find a deal."

"General's offer, more than I wanted. But all I want is peace and prosperity in the Rosenheim Kingdom. As long as my heart leads me to go places and help those in need, it seems too early for me to stop. If the general has another quest to hunt monsters that attack the farmers' crops, or if Rosenheim is attacked by another kingdom, I will be the first to come to and offer the services of leading the brave knights in Rosenheim's army."

"I understand your spirit, Weed. The door to the Royal Knight will always be open for you." General Midvale withdrew his offer.

"Now that we have completed the quest, I will return to Fort Serabourg. Will you join us?"

“There's something I need to finish here, general.”

"May I know what it is?" General Midvale looked curious.

For the past 4 weeks, Weed had served soup to 32 people for 3 times a day. His high cooking skills experience can provide delicious and practical food, and General Midvale is one of the victims who has fallen in love with his cuisine, creating a close friendship with him.

"I must complete the quest from Counselor Rodriguez."

Weed once thought that the hunt for goblins would complete his quest, but his calculations missed. The number of monsters that had to kill was still 100 without any sign of reduction. After all, the number of goblins in the dungeon was around 100 per floor.

Counselor Rodriguez's quest is to finish off the entire 'monster' in the Litvart dungeon, while the kobolds and goblins are unlikely targets as their numbers far exceed 100.

"I understand, Weed. A quest from the consort. I-i understand. Actually I want to go back to Serabourg with you, but it seems like fate wants us to split up here. In exchange, I'll lend Arse to you."

"Arse? Whose ass?” [Arse \= Ass]

"Have you forgotten the name of the horse you rode here?"

“Don't say that-”

Weed's head suddenly felt pulsating. A donkey who throws himself with his back and bites his hand! Now he remembered the donkey's name was Arse. An embarrassing name for a stallion's size.

"A trip to Serabourg will spend your precious time without a horse. Arse will help you."

“Thank you, but no, general. I don't need a horse."

"I'm just returning the favor to you, Weed. Please accept that. Return Arse to the royal stables after your quest is over."

“I only repay your kindness, Weed. Please accept my kindness. Return Arse to the royal stables after you complete the quest."

“…”

General Midvale immediately turned around after he conveyed what he wanted to convey. His attitude showed that there was nothing else to hear, negotiations were closed. The knight was well-intentioned for Weed, but Weed didn't want it. How could he survive with that cunning donkey? Weed obviously hated Arse more than anything, but he also had to accept it, or else he would make the royal knight lose face.

“Commander, we will miss you.”

“We can all go home alive, thanks!”

"Please visit my house when the commander returns to Fort Serbourg."

"I have an inn in the middle of the city. The commander may come at any time."

“My family has a restaurant. My wife will serve a delicious meal, although not as delicious as the commander made!”

The soldiers came to Weed to say goodbye.

As high-leveled knights, they would definitely be promoted after returning, at least the position of chairman while one or two warriors could obtain a higher position. Weed shook the hands of the entire army he had led. His hands felt warm, and his grasp lasted for a few seconds.

“Do you guys really have to go?”

“We want to stay here with you, Commander, but we are the proud knights of the Royal Army of Rosenheim. We have to get back to my regiment."

“Commander, we will miss you!”

Weed's eyes looked dark in color showing objection. He had gone through a lot of trouble to train those soldiers! He was the first person to have credit for turning a new 20s soldier into a battle expert. Now Weed felt that he had been robbed by the kingdom.

"Everyone, be careful on the road!" Weed said.

"Sure, commander."

"Commander, you should visit my house later!"

After a half-hearted farewell with his former troops, Weed was alone.