The leader said, “The Commander of the Red can find a second chance here in the Keep. Y’godda has blessed it. May he be praised!”
I nodded. Being inside the Keep granted health regeneration. Interesting. “Yes, may he be praised,” I said. I expected Amara to already be aware of this fact, unfortunately. This just underscored my woeful lack of Battle Field knowledge.
“Thank you, for bringing me inside,” I said.
The leader shrugged. “Weren’t nothing, boss. It was the Lookout’s idea, after all.”
I looked up again and waved at the Lookout who returned it. Then he vanished from view and back to his duties.
And speaking of which, I had duties, too. Build a base, and an army and then smash Amara’s face in. I liked that plan.
The leader asked, “What is your command, boss? Me and the lads are waiting.” He motioned toward the door where a cluster of workers stared at me in anticipation.
“Right,” I said, and headed to the door. The workers scattered.
Outside, they assembled themselves into two neat rows.
As soon as I crossed the Keep’s threshold my hit point regeneration stopped. I stepped back inside the doorway and surveyed my meager base. All the dead bodies had vanished.
Smoke grazed next to the banner’s altar, and I was relieved to see he had recovered from his wounds.
The woodyard stood abandoned with only a tiny bit of wood piled inside it. I’d need them to start cutting wood, again. Then find a gold mine and begin to dig.
It was going to be a lot of work. I eyed the worker unit who were missing a few men. I’d need more workers than this lot. A lot more.
“Where can I get more of you?” I asked the leader.
He waved at the Keep. “Why, from there, boss. You can have thirty six stalwart workers at this level. More when you upgrade it.”
Thirty six workers meant three units. On a hunch I pulled up my command menu again and highlighted the Keep.
Keep:
Hire Worker Unit – 100 gold (1/3 units active)
Feeling pressed for time, I selected to hire another worker unit. The upgrade option would have to wait.
Instantly, the round room of the Keep was filled with twelve burly workers in overalls and red shirts. This unit’s leader stepped forward.
“What would you like us to do, boss?” he said. He looked and sounded identical to the one outside.
I shrugged inwardly. Well, they’re only workers. Don’t need to tell them apart.
“Outside, please,” I said.
The streamed past me through the door and assembled next to the other unit.
My health bar was now full, all hit points restored. I marveled at how close I’d come to giving that elven idiot a thousand battle points with my death and laughed. She must be steaming right now.
No, I corrected myself. Not steaming. Building. And fast.
I stepped through the door and pointed at the first worker unit. Each one stood at attention like soldiers on parade.
“Resume cutting wood over there, please,” I said indicating the tree line by the woodyard.
“Yes, boss!” the leader screamed, and they all turned in unison and ran off. In seconds they were chopping away as if possessed.
“And us, boss?” the leader of the new unit asked.
I liked their eagerness but interacting with them could eventually get on my nerves. Instead of answering, I pulled up the command menu and selected the Build Barracks option.
Barracks:
Needed to muster and train various battle units.
Cost: 350 gold, 200 wood
Do you wish to build this? Yes/No?
Selecting yes produced a large rectangular outline on the ground. I pointed it toward a spot right beside the banner’s altar.
“Build me a barracks there, please,” I said.
The worker unit sprang into action, surrounding the outline and hammering away. A long narrow building with many windows slowly emerged from the ground. Next to it looked to be a small parade ground for marching and wooden dummies for fighting practice.
Completed, the workers stopped and wiped their sweaty brows, but they still glanced at me with expectation.
My gold was seriously depleted so I wouldn’t be able to build anything for a while.
I pointed to the woodyard. “Go help them out.”
With the leader shouting at them, they took off to attack the trees.
Two system messages appeared.
Archery Range unlocked.
Cavalry Grounds unlocked.
Cool, I thought, but blanched when I saw their prices.
Archery Range: 700 gold, 200 wood
Cavalry Grounds: 1,000 gold, 200 wood
Won’t be getting those for a while.
Instead, I brought up the command screen and selected the new Barracks submenu.
Barracks:
Units available:
Footmen – 200 gold.
Scout – 50 gold.
Looking at my resources I had enough for one of each. I selected the footmen first.
Race: Human
Unit: Footmen
Hit Points: 100
Speed: 20
Weapon: Sword
Although slow, Footmen are the most common type of combat unit for both attacking and defending.
In terms of statistics, they looked identical to the troll grunts. I assumed all soldier units across the races were more or less even.
Train this unit? Cost 200 gold. Yes/No?
I selected yes, and a dozen men appeared in the training yard. Each wore basic cloth armor with a red jerkin. Armed with swords, some stabbed at the training dummies while others sparred on the parade grounds. A unit leader screamed a stream of filtered profanities at them.
Time to train unit: 5 minutes.
Oh, yeah. This stuff takes time, I thought with mild disappointment.
While I waited for my first combat unit to finish training, I called up the Scout’s info.
Race: Human
Unit: Scout
Hit Points: 85
Speed: 30
Weapon: Bow & dagger
The scout is best used to seek out resources and monitor for enemy movements. Gains a +20% camouflage bonus when moving through trees.
This was what I needed. I’ll use the scout to look for resources while I attended to a certain matter.
But when I tried to purchase the scout unit, I got a message.
Can only train one unit at a time, per barracks. Add Scout to training queue? Yes/No?
Heck, yes.
Scout added.
I frowned at the message. Only one unit at a time meant I’d need more than one barracks if I wanted to push out multiple units quickly.
A shout from the tree line brought me out of my contemplations.
For a moment, I thought another grunt rush was underway, and even summoned my bow.
One of the leaders ran over to me, beaming with excitement.
“Boss! We found a stone just inside the tree line,” he said panting with breath.
“Let’s take a look,” I said.
We hurried over to where the workers were feverishly cutting away. Tree stumps showed their rapid progress, and the woodyard had a growing pile of cut lumber.
“Over here,” said the leader, pointing.