The Goblin Surge: A Swift Strike on the Orc Encampment
I charged forward with the Hobgoblin tribe toward the Orc encampment, my eyes scanning the warriors who had joined our march. They still eyed me cautiously, as if not fully trusting my leadership yet.
'With this kind of decisive action, trust is the only currency I'll accept.'
Arms swinging wide, I roared the command.
"Come out! Fire-breathing Crow!"
Above my head, a gate opened and the black paper airplane fighter summoned by me dove out, unleashing its magic bullets.
With just a shabby leather armor on, the Orc chieftain's head became a honeycomb in an instant, and he fell to his death.
"Shaman! Unleash a powerful spell!"
"Victory is ours!"
The Hobgoblins surged forward.
Some freed the goblins trapped by us, while others clashed directly with the Orcs.
Even the Shaman in his red fur and feather cloak sensed rivalry with me and shouted his own spell.
"Flash!"
After a long hum of muttering, he finally spoke the activation words, and lightning struck down from the staff pointed at the Orc's head.
Without resistance equipment, it would have hurt quite a bit, right?
He roasted the entire Orc whole and glanced at me with a smile.
It was clearly a gesture for me to acknowledge his skill too.
"Impressive! Shaman!"
Compliments don't cost anything, so why not give them.
[Hobgoblin Shaman Shauta’s favorability increased.]
[Contribution to Goblin species +50 points.]
We smashed through the enemy lines without any strategy, just charging blindly, thanks to my overwhelming firepower.
Orc warriors, archers, or mages—all of them died in a single shot when hit by my magic bullets.
By freeing the captured goblins again and again, our army, which had started with 20 Hobgoblins and 10 goblins, swelled to over 30 Hobgoblins and 100 goblins.
"Krooo! Kawa!"
The Orc chieftain shouted.
He wore even flashier armor and decorations, but he was still just one of the Orcs.
At that moment, the Shaman beside me shouted back at the same time.
"I-ne-ti! Kawa-lak!"
That was no mere pig grunt, was it?
The Shaman could speak Orcish!
"Burn them!"
The hatred between them was deep, but we couldn't let the chieftain's final blow slide.
Magic bullets flew under the plane controlled by Alex, and the Orc chieftain shattered into pieces.
My level had risen a bit, but I was still far from feeling any lack of firepower.
"Today's climb was so easy. But..."
I felt there was a part that left me unsatisfied to declare the story over here.
"Shaman! Do you know Orcish?"
Orcs spoke neither human nor Goblin language, so communication was impossible.
But if I could learn it from this Shaman who knew it?
"Not perfectly. But I know all the important words!"
"You, become my ally!"
Learning Orcish myself would be too much trouble.
But I had one thought in mind.
If it worked, my ability's utility would rise even further.
"I agree! I'm not the leader—you are!"
[Hobgoblin Shaman Shauta and 30 Hobgoblin subordinates, 100 goblins accepted under my command.]
[Contribution to Goblin species +200 points.]
[Probability of Goblin species in the Tower showing favorability to you increases significantly.]
"Then, let's check what hairy things are on the 4th floor."
I opened a gate and summoned the remaining 110 goblins.
Shaman Shauta looked surprised.
"Great Shaman!"
"If this much surprises you, you're in trouble."
I issued a command through the communications channel to prepare 100 new goblins and 30 Hobgoblins plus Shauta's room in the living quarters.
"Eat all that can be eaten, and gather the rare items."
Ordinary hunters who quietly killed the Orc chieftain wouldn't have this luxury.
But I had razed the entire Orc encampment head-on and turned it to ashes with no survivors left, so pillaging was possible.
High-level creature follows your command.
Charisma has increased!
Charisma?
My status window didn't have any weird stats.
Anyway, increased command power was definitely good.
I spent time with the Hobgoblins studying the rare items worth pillaging in the Orc tents.
"Cooked grasshopper! Good for stamina!"
"Black goat stir-fry! Gives you strength!"
"Black goat stir-fry! Gives you strength!"
It seemed the Orcs and Hobgoblins were similar to Korean uncles.
They ate grasshoppers, black goats, and even dogs.
"This is the potion recipe I have. Do you know a better way?"
I even tried to get a hint for potion making from Hobgoblin Shaman Shauta.
"Alchemy? Not familiar with it!"
Is shamanism different from alchemy?
After excluding all kinds of health foods, the harvest was only about five red potions.
Since they weren't made in my production room, the limit would be around 1.2 million won.
Still, earning 6 million won just by entering the Tower once was a great achievement.
'My money sense has become weird.'
Red potions being rare was only natural.
Otherwise they wouldn't be expensive.
So it was unavoidable to loot only five bottles from a hundred-unit slaughter camp.
"Alex. Return. We're heading out of the Tower soon."
I recalled the PA-01 that had been kept on standby just in case.
Only then did Alex's experience from the many Orcs he had brought down flow in, and he leveled up at once.
[Level up.]
[Level up.]
Now leveling up two levels at once would be disappointing.
[Lv 9. Kim Bada the Aircraft Carrier]
[Power Source: Magic Steam Turbine]
[Crew: 5 Air Force Members, 1 Operations Communications, 1 Operations Logistics, 1 Combat Support Engineering, 1 Education and Training]
[Radar: Left Wing, Right Wing, Advanced Magic Radar]
[Armament: None]
[Loaded Aircraft (Total 4/5): PA-01 Paper Crow 2, PA-02 Paper Ghost 1 (on operations), PA-03 Paper Carrier 2]
[Production Room 0/1 Operating Rate 0%]
[Cargo Capacity: (0/3,000kg) Warehouse Standard: 5m x 10m x 2m]
[Allies: 120 Educating Goblin Tribe, 100 Uneducated Goblins, 31 Hobgoblin Shaman Shauta and Tribe]
One PA-01 fighter and one PA-03 transport plane increased.
And each pilot was assigned.
The warehouse cargo capacity grew greatly, and the allies who would ride the ship also increased.
"Shauta, I'll show you a new world."
I took all the goblins rescued on the 4th floor to the ship.
The goblins rescued on the 3rd floor were all just goblins.
With low intelligence, they didn't fully understand what was happening right in front of them.
But the Hobgoblins, upon boarding the Kim Bada, couldn't hold back their shock.
"Great Shaman! The legendary shaman!"
"To have such a huge fortress!"
"Where is the end of this lake?"
I answered the chattering Hobgoblins.
"Ah, you don't know? This is the sea."
It wasn't the real sea, but my imaginary fake sea.
"There is no end to the sea."
Because it circles in a circle.
I took Hobgoblin Shaman Shauta to the education and training officer Miki.
"Shauta, can you teach this woman Orcish?"
If the education and training officer Miki learned Orcish, everyone who would board my ship in the future could learn it too.
Then there would be even more choices as we climbed the Tower.
Of course, learning it myself would be most reliable, but studying was bothersome.
"I will obey. Lord. Great Shaman."
Seeing something beyond shamanism, or a power that transcended it, Shauta completely recognized me as his superior.
Yeah. Acknowledging was better than causing unnecessary trouble.
I had gained many subordinates, so let's head to our first goal.
I left the Tower, summoned the PA-03 Paper Carrier, connected a chair below, and sat on it as I crossed the Pacific.
"America is huge land! Lots of corn! Lots of cows! America is invincible!"
Clearly, South Korea's food self-sufficiency rate was miserable, and agriculture was in terrible shape.
That's why, upon researching, they said in America they farmed on an even larger scale, and if cows were born too many, they would bury them in the ground!
Such terrible food waste couldn't be tolerated.
Since processing and distribution costs were higher, if they were throwing food away, this righteous thief Kim Bada would recover it!
"What is all this fussing over? We just stole some corn and cattle that were going to be thrown away."
First, I filled the 3-ton increased warehouse cargo capacity to the brim after leveling up.
The cows were slaughtered on site, bones discarded, and only meat taken; the corn was processed into a form the goblins could eat and loaded.
Even though the food was processed, because there were so many goblins, they ate 200 kg each day.
The goblins had the size of elementary school students, but they had far better appetites than human elementary students.
But that was fine.
Compared to the small, poor Korean farms, the American farms were enormous.
There would be no days of exhaustion from pillaging repeatedly.
If it was going to be thrown away anyway, it was no problem for me to bring some back, right?
Right?