In the third month I spent my time laying traps throughout the forrest, molten tar pits, spike pits with false floors, swinging logs.

My most useful trap was the series of magic gems and runes I had prepared, they could be remotely activated and when they were everything would turn around in our favour.

The magic gems were green and stored a large amount of life energy, with it they could create ents when activated.

They would infuse the large amount of life energy into the tree and would turn the forrest into a sea of powerful ents.

Ents were trees given sentience, neutral towards humans but hostile to most other monsters. The ents would be more than enough to kill at least a few ogres.

The remainder of the month was spent finalizing everything, the main thing was the last minute projects I wanted to do.

Firstly, I commisioned a large disaster bunker to be created so that if the defences didn't completely stop the ogres the citizens wouldn't die.

Secondly I used every alchemical apprentice in the city to mass produce potions and create enough to meet the demand of the human soldiers should they need to fight.

Third, I studied as much as I could from the adventurer party who had brought me down months before.

I learnt better ways to move and use my body in hand to hand, and most importantly I learnt to use psychokinesis to a degree.

Whilst the new skill in my repertoire wasn't enough to even injure an ogre, it would become extremely useful once I continued on my adventures.

The female mage, who I had come to learn was called Cordelia, was extremely skilled at casting magic.

Cordelia could match me in most areas skill wise and surpassed me in terms of raw magical power.

The final days of the last month were spent getting the troops into position for an attack at any moment, with our defences in order and many golems stationed after I finally completed five hundred production ststions it was easy to see how the fight would go.

However, I didn't want to left myself get cocky. I knew that ogres had strength that I couldn't match, I barely survived last time.

We had no news from our scouts about the actual number of troops, only that they couldn't effectively count them.

This showed to me that the number of ogres was far from unimpressive.

I wanted desperately to prepare in any other possible way, transmuting the city walls and houses into much tougher materials.

There was nothing significant that I could accomplish in a few days, so I delegated as many minor tasks to myself as I could.

The day before the three month anniversary of the invasion finally came, the citizenry all had gloomy expressions.

We could do nothing to stop the fear in their hearts, I had no doubt nothing we could do would prevent at least a single ogre getting in.

The question was could we handle a single ogre now? I hoped for yes but even I would have some difficulty if I was trying to recharge at the time.

The day ticked on, I went down to the poorest section of town and decided that I would do my best regardless.

The various stores around me disgusted me, ambiguous meat, stolen goods, stolen pets, drugs, slavery.

The slavery part really aggravated me, I knew it was normal, I didn't think it was right.

"Demihumans" was the universal term for anything not human, elves fell into the same category.

Of course as a history buff I knew that there was a history to every race and that the currently supreme humans wouldn't stay in total dominance forever, I never considered buying a slave before.

However, I wanted to buy as many as I could so that if we failed they wouldn't die trapped in the store.

Going in led me to a grubby, portly man. He had a round face and much rounder body, he had a completely sleazy atmosphere to him and I payed him no mind as I looked through every slave in the store.

I bought all of them, intent on making sure no one else died because I was careless.

Taking the slaves from the store back to my residence actually felt quite nice, I informed them about the following day and that they should run into the shelter if anything happened.

They were mostly taken aback by the fact that I didn't immediately abuse them, I was oblivious to this

Although my intentions were more noble my social skills hardly improved, talking to the slaves felt awkward and uncomfortable.

I noticed after many years of training that I had trouble relating to people, I hoped one day to find people who I could talk with better and grow closer to. But for now I was content with helping whoever I could wether I could talk naturally to them or not.

They finally settled down in my home as night approached, I prepared myself for an early start to what I hoped would be a simple battle.