Novel Full Book 8: Chapter 192: Tribesmen (3)
Book 8: Chapter 192: Tribesmen (3)
Years ago, when Dyon’s master was personally training him, he learned about Dwarf’s Diamond. According to his master, Dwarf’s Diamond was the hardest substance in existence, but it was also considered a useless ore. Reason being because it was so tough and sturdy that it was impossible to manipulate it. Not only this, but it was impossible to pass qi through it as well because it wouldn’t accept it.
Back then, Dyon didn’t have the skill the create Dwarf’s Diamond. The depressing part was that his master was able to despite being restricted to his soul strength. That meant that what limited Dyon wasn’t his strength, but rather his comprehension and skill level.
Now that Dyon had grasped a large percentage of Planet Qi, this limitation had been lifted. Although he wasn’t as skilled as his master, his stamina was definitely greater than that of his master’s, allowing him to create far more of it.
Dyon still remembered how shocked he was to find out that the Dwarf’s Diamond his master had given him to train with was actually only a single atom in width. He couldn’t fathom how something could be so tough and sturdy, not to mention heavy, could still remain so thin at the same time…
But now, he couldn’t be happier that this was the case.
It was impossible for Dyon to simply poof high grade ores into existence, but Dwarf’s Diamond was categorized as a common grade ore. As long as one had the skill to build its incredibly complex chemical make-up, it was no problem.
In addition, Dwarf’s Diamond was perfect for these Ancient Battlefield warriors. It couldn’t accept qi, while these warriors couldn’t use qi. It was a perfect win-win-win situation.
Not only did Dyon have plans to forge his new army weapons and armor of Dwarf’s Diamond, he fortified the archery and lookout hubs, not to mention the tribe’s fortress, with this ore as well. A one atom width was more than enough.
Dyon gasped for breath. Though he had to keep a strong front before the Mellow Tribe, he almost felt like he was dying on the inside. On top of the fact the struggles of his main body were very clear to him, making such large-scale structures was drilling through his soul stamina.
Manipulating the atmosphere to create things here was far more difficult. Though that meant the structures formed were also far more powerful, it was also very taxing. However, Dyon didn’t have the time to lag behind.
As he worked, the numbered tribes began to trickle in. Some of them had populations as small as 5, with the largest only having about 15. The only good news was that there were a good number of them in total, bringing Dyon’s army up to 250.
As expected, most of them were men, leaving the male to female population at about 7:3. But, according to Dyon’s scouting, once he began to attack the larger tribes, this number would even out.
“I’m sure you all have your own guesses about why I’ve gathered you all here, but that doesn’t particularly matter. Your only role is to follow my orders to the best of your abilities.
“I can only promise you that I will feed you. And, if in the unlikely events that you survive to the end, there’ll be adequate rewards. Now. Who among you have weapon’s training?”
The tribesmen looked at each other but didn’t have a response. But, Dyon expected as much. They couldn’t make weapons to begin with, how could they have training?
Luckily, Dyon’s weapon’s master array made him incredibly sensitive to a person’s affinities for weapons. The same way he was able to tell Yandevere used a sword and not a whip, he was able to see what weapons individuals would be inclined toward. Though the feeling was fainter here, he could still feel it, nonetheless.
He began to organize them as he saw fit.
Seeing the weapons Dyon brought out from thin air, the tribesmen were astonished once more. Their idea of a weapon was a fallen tree branch they might luck across, when had they ever seen such things?
Dyon wasn’t able to give everyone their optimal weapon. This was in part due to the fact that not everyone had such an innate affinity, and more largely due to the fact he wanted a balanced army. He couldn’t have strong imbalances occurring without reason.
In the end, he gathered together 50 archers and 150 warriors for a heavy infantry. Each of the heavy infantry warriors were equipped with a large shield. 100 of them used spears while 50 used swords.
The remaining 50 individuals Dyon set aside for high maneuverability. Dyon didn’t give them dwarf diamond weapons or armor, the substance was simply too heavy. Instead, he planned to use them for decoys and feints. They looked equipped to the same extent as everyone else, but their weapons and armor would shatter with a single blow.
As for auxiliary units like scouts and medics, Dyon have no need of them. If someone was too injured for an essence grade holy type stone to heal them, Dyon would have to harden his heart. As for scouts… Dyon was the scout.
Like this, a campaign the likes of which hadn’t been seen on the Ancient Battlefield for countless years ensued.
Dyon swept through named tribes with ease, accumulating more than a dozen in an instant. His army didn’t know rest or sleep, these were individuals with bodies bordering on the dao realm, they had no need of such things.
Though food and water was necessary since they didn’t have qi, they only needed minor amounts.
Whenever Dyon conquered an appropriate terrain, he built another fortress and moved on. The astonishing part was that he didn’t even leave anyone to protect these fortresses. His actions were truly baffling.
In just half a month, Dyon’s army had swelled to almost 5000. He had 6 Fortresses, 18 Named Tribes and 364 Numbered Tribes under his control.
The Upper Tribe only just began to notice that something was amiss. Their tributes had suddenly come to a grinding halt, and that was something they couldn’t accept.
Unfortunately for them, Dyon had already turned his gaze toward their lands. Today would be the day he conquered his first Upper Tribe. It would be his first large clash within the Ancient Battlefield.