《An average adventurer.》8: Picking up the pieces.
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The days after the ogre attack were filled with worry, citizens who had lost everything were panicked beyond belief, the leadership of the city had no idea how to prepare for the next attack.
I was perhaps the only person trying to think calmly and prepare, I had scoured my knowledge for any sort of method to defeat such an army of ogres and the few that I knew of required resources I simply didn't possess.
Automatic golem production, legendary weapons being mass produced, preparing a large magical barrier around the city.
They'd all work but I knew I needed a solid pitch to the mayor to get my plan into motion, so for three days and three nights I worked on designs for cheap but effective enchanted weapons as well as better golem designs and the schematics for a powerful magic barrier.
But I also made sure to try and think of ways to save the citizenry, I had an idea about forming a large bunker from the same materials my sword was made of.
With ideas in my head but no way to execute them, I focused for a while on emergency measures to increase power.
I tried all manner of experimental pills, blood enchantments, even the bone and flesh ritual from the beserkers book.
No immediate way to test the effectiveness, I continued to draw up plans for the defence measures whilst using transmutation to rebuild as many houses as I could to a liveable state.
There was a priority on my mind however, and I made sure to turn the inn into a much larger temporary house for the experimental subjects as well as many of the other street children.
I knew in my heart that if I wasn't as selfish, many less would have died and my grief stricken self wouldn't have been beat half to death by the ogre.
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Although applying for the adventurers guild still wasn't something I was comfortable with, I had enough materials on hand to sell plenty of products to them.
Enchanted weapons, potions, magical gems were all sold over the remaining month.
By the end of it the city was turning its luck around, the people respected me as someone who had helped at least partially repair their homes.
The prospect of fighting against another ogre scared me, but what scared me more was the idea that I could cause more people to die by running away.
At the very last day of the month, it snowed.
It was the day I went to deliver my proposal to the cities leadership.
I approached the largely untouched grey building with a months worth of prepared statistics and battle data.
The meeting had been scheduled by me in advance so with no trouble getting in, I went directly to the room where a table of elderly men and women sat.
"Thank you all for giving me this opportunity, first of all.
Second, I would like the official backing of your council to create emergency defence measures against the ogres and their other forces.
Such measures would include these."
I inscribed a rune upon the ground and placed a very potent self recharging magical gem on the floor, within a few moments a tall metalic figure ascended from the floor.
It was taller than myself by quite a margin. It was formed with the black metal I used to create my blade and had several useful enchantments on it, unfortunately alchemical fusion could not be automated so the more phsyically resilient of the two worked better.
A striking metal figure shrouded in black, with tiny magic gems studding its fists to further augment its punches.
It stood tall as the best in golem tech, even my teacher would have been proud at such a design.
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"This is a special combat golem I developed, it is capable of fighting against orcs and goblins without issue and although it couldn't beat an ogre one on one it would only take around one hundred to kill an ogre.
The best part is that each of these runes continually produces a golem at a rate of one every hour.
With ten of these runes we could have enough to kill five ogres within a few days.
But what if we had one hundred? Or one thousand? You must understand now why I'm trying to ask for your support."
They looked at me with intrigue, they likely had plenty of valuable magic gems stored and with them I could produce an army capable of taking on the ogres within the remaining two months.
"Thats not all, I have schematics to create a grand barrier over the city as well as similar automatic production runes to create C grade enchanted weaponry at a similar production rate."
With astonishment on their faces, the group talked amongst themselves before the elder in the very centre spoke.
"We have decided to grant you any resources at our disposal for the two month period, we will also allow you proper maps of the city and any sort of laboratory facilities you need for your task."
The elders were caught by my proposal, and catching such big fish left me with the utmost confidence to be able to create defences that the ogres couldn't even scratch.
I passed on some of my information and battle data for the golems, but I still had preparations to make on my own.
I wasn't content with just preparing, I wanted to ANNIHILATE the ogres.
The fight wasn't about adventuring, it was about pest control.
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