Extras are too strong 501
‘What? He’s not even a great wizard? A young human is this strong?’
‘Does this make sense?’
‘Was I really this incompetent?’
The elf wizards were shocked.
“Master Lorodish, you didn’t give your disciples any combat training?”
“I often do mock battles… and I also teach them spells and combos that are often used in battle.”
“What else?”
“… I had them participate in a combat unit to gain experience. Not everyone, but about two-thirds of them.”
“hmm…….”
Parwell held back a sigh.
‘It’s really not even the basics!’
These are laboratory wizards. They have learned magic academically in a completely safe and controlled environment.
Should we be thankful that at least some of the know-how that Lorodische had accumulated in actual battles was passed on, and that he was able to get a feel for dealing with someone through mock battles?
‘It seems like the Golden Boughs have been training quite a bit for combat… Is it because they are the more combat-oriented among the elves?’
If they weren’t so combative by nature, they wouldn’t be conquering all the other elves and enslaving them.
‘It’s not organized. But if you think about it, it might be natural.’
Parwell was aware that his common sense was somewhat at odds with common sense.
‘It’s all because of Mord… … .’
It was Mord’s influence that led Parwell to study educational theory and training programs with passion and to take combat training for granted.
Because Mord demanded such things from Parwell as if it were a given.
‘The most organized was the gatekeeper unit… but even that was far from what we had been doing.’
In fact, the concept of combat training was bound to be unfamiliar to a wizard.
Most wizards don’t learn magic to fight.
Their role is to provide firepower support from the rear and counter the enemy’s magic.
Those who belonged to the gatekeeper unit and military magicians were exceptional cases.
First, they undergo physical training.
Not as much as warriors, but enough to build up stamina to run around the battlefield carrying supplies for long-term combat.
They are also required to have a certain level of proficiency in certain specific spells.
This is not a training for overall spell operation skills, but rather training to quickly fire several spells frequently used on the battlefield whenever the commander requests them.
This alone will clearly increase your combat capabilities.
‘They don’t even have that concept.’
Because it is a small organization, its troop deployment is not very systematic.
It is extremely difficult to homogenize troops and have a tactical system to operate them efficiently. It is a very valuable cultural asset in itself.
It would be even stranger if the Lost Forest Alliance, which at best is nothing more than a confederation of small-scale militias, had such assets.
‘My role is important.’
Parwell realized that he was standing at a crossroads in history.
The seeds of knowledge you sow in them now will determine their future.
That fact sent shivers down my spine.
‘This is the best opportunity.’
It’s nothing compared to the few elves I’ve taught on my way here.
One’s academic achievements determine the fate of the race.
If my hypothesis is correct, wouldn’t this be the best opportunity for the descendants of Bredias to grow in divinity?
“I guess I’ll have to change my plans.”
“hmm?”
“I set the bar too high. My students don’t have the basics to handle the training program I prepared.”
“What are the basics?”
“The concept of combat. And… stamina.”
“Stamina?”
“yes.”
“Are we wizards?”
Parwell smiled bitterly and explained the reason to her, who was puzzled.
“Isn’t Lord Lorodische a mythical being?”
“huh.”
“That’s why you don’t know.”
“hmm?”
“Have you ever had trouble because you lacked strength? Like when you were so tired that the cane felt heavy?”
“There has never been… that?”
“What if you find yourself in a situation where you have to run on both feet because you’re running low on magic power and need to save every spell?”
“…There’s not even that?”
“That kind of situation may happen to them. They don’t have as much physical strength as Lorodische, nor do they have an abundance of magical power.”
A person who is born healthy does not know the heart of a person who was born sick.
It was for this reason that Lorodish did not know what his disciples needed.
She had incredible strength that could not be guessed from her size or weight. She had been born with an abundance of magical power, and while she was learning up to the 9th circle, she never once experienced a situation where she ‘could not learn a spell due to insufficient magical power’.
But her disciples are elves born in this world.
They were weaker because they were not of ancient elven blood.
For such people to become strong, they cannot do so through Lorodische’s methodology.
“How do you know that?”
“Because I am human.”
“No, that’s not it. Aren’t you a divine blood of Bredias? Aren’t you also an overwhelmingly superior human in both physical strength and magical power?”
“Yes. But I still found out.”
I’ve been through too much to live without knowing.
“Let’s try the human army’s method first.”
Lorodish’s disciples shivered from the chill as they saw Parwell’s bright smile.
* * *
Lorodish’s disciples sat down and began to receive training.
“Sigh, I think I’m going to throw up.”
“Save me… … .”
And then the sound of crying began.
Parwell gave them very simple training, modeled after the methods of the gatekeepers’ corps.
He asked me to walk, run, and use magic.
Every time the magic failed, an electric current would flow through them, causing them some pain.
“Kwaaaaak!”
Of course, that ‘a little’ was Parwell’s standard, so the elves who were affected may think differently.
I repeated the spells that were useful in battle until I could use them quickly and accurately to a certain level.
They created targets with magic, set criteria, and measured scores every time they used magic.
If you didn’t pass the set score, you couldn’t move on to the next level. A little bit of pain was also applied.
“Whoa!”
And I couldn’t even rest.
“I missed again… … .”
“Ah, no… … . Just one more time, just one more time… … .”
“It’s impossible. Now… I can’t match it… … .”
This was a training that was far removed from the theoretical understanding of magic and the use of more advanced magic…studying in a laboratory environment.
It required physical strength.
It was accompanied by pain.
It drained my mental strength to the limit.
“… … .”
Lorodish blinked.
In front of her, her disciples lay dead.
This is what I ended up looking like after just two hours of training.
“I’m sorry, but this is the end of today’s training. It’s a shame that no one followed through to the end.”
Parwell shook his head, clearly disappointed.
“… … .”
Lorodish’s disciples didn’t even have the energy to answer.
Because half unconscious and half just breathing was the best I could do.
“…It’s different from the way you taught those kids?”
The way we trained wizards who were elf slave soldiers was different from the training methods we use today.
“It’s different. I will teach you that too, but first, we need to improve your basic combat skills. And what these people are learning now will be an asset to your organization in the future.”
“…You want me to train other kids like this?”
“It will increase your combat ability much more than learning one more spell. Right now, it is more important to improve your combat ability, but in the future, when you develop your wizards, I recommend splitting them into two classes at an early stage.”
“What kind of military unit is this?”
“What I mean is that it’s better to divide the magicians who mainly do research and production in the rear support role into combat magicians who are deployed in actual battles. Each has different aptitudes.”
“… … .”
“Why are you doing that?”
“No, I never even thought about that.”
Lorodish was embarrassed.
For her, being a wizard was a given.
Wouldn’t it be better to do everything a wizard can do to be considered a true wizard?
But Parwell was presenting a very different perspective.
‘Even if they are human, how can they be so different?’
In Lorodish’s view, Parwell is the ideal of a traditional wizard.
But the way he looked at others was completely different from what he himself pursued.
“Do you train like that too?”
“no.”
“… … .”
“That’s too easy for me to do. If you mean that I train to the limit of my physical, magical, and mental strength, then I do.”
“Squeezing to the limit… … .”
“The important thing is to get used to your own limitations. Otherwise, you won’t even be able to get to the starting line.”
“I wonder how it is done. I think it will be helpful.”
“While you’re here, let’s train together sometime if you get the chance.”
“really?”
“yes.”
Parwell nodded and clapped his hands to cheer the crowd on.
“Let’s end today’s training here. Tomorrow’s training will be held here at the same time. I hope no one is eliminated tomorrow.”
“… … .”
No answer came.
The disciples of Lorodish despaired as they imagined the hellish times that would return tomorrow.
* * *
Just as Lorodish cares about the wizards among the elven slave soldiers, Belsair cares about the warriors.
As the strongest warrior in the Stolen Forest Alliance, she was looking for someone worthy of her guidance.
Among the 208 people that Mord and his party had rescued, there were many who were skilled enough to be called elite soldiers. However, this was only a general standard, and those whom Belsire would spend time and effort teaching had to pass much higher standards.
And surprisingly, Belsair found just such a resource.
“That’s too bad.”
It was the Starlight Elf Warrior Garium who had reached the realm of polarity amplification.
“If only I were 30 years younger… … .”
Belsair, who had confirmed his skills through a one-on-one duel, expressed deep regret.
The veil, dirty with sweat and dirt, was suffocating.
“…Is it the end?”
“That’s great skill. I’m good enough to draw my sword.”
Belsair carries two longswords.
When fighting against Garium, he initially fought with his bare hands, but eventually drew his sword.
“It would have been nice if the spirit magic had supported half, no, even a third of the magic… … .”
At those words, Garium smiled bitterly.
Although he was exceptional as a warrior among the elven slave soldiers, he was not very talented as an elementalist.
“Do you think you won’t get better even if you learn?”
“It will get better to some extent.”
The golden elves also taught elemental magic to their slave soldiers.
But it wasn’t as good a teaching as the one taught to the golden elf.
As for spiritism, there was only basic education and training, so the level difference was large.
This means that from Belsaer’s perspective, who has been a shaman since the myths, there is a lot to teach.
“But you’re too old.”
“… … .”
“Of course, compared to me, he’s still young and innocent… relatively speaking.”
“I know what you mean.”
Garium sighed.
His appearance was young because he was an elf. He was of an age that would be considered elder in human terms.
Belsair said, sheathing his sword.
“But your skills are so outstanding. I want to put you into action right away.”
I was sincere.
Even if Garium were to be deployed in battle right away, he would be a capable player who could serve as the main force of the Forest Alliance that had been taken away. He is worth it to a martial artist who has reached the realm of polarity amplification.
“I hope you will do so.”
“No, you can’t. No matter what, you’ve been their slave for too long. From now on, you must learn how to live as an elf, not a slave.”
“That’s why it doesn’t work.”
“what?”
“You guys are so… relaxed.”
Belsair frowned at Garium’s comment.
She is an elder who has fought against the Golden Elves for many years and has built up the Forest Alliance that was taken away, and is the core of the organization.
“Are you saying this knowing how much blood we paid and are still paying to create a village like this?”
“I don’t know. But what I’m trying to say is… you guys don’t have much time.”
“…What does that mean?”
“For an elf slave to be part of a pursuit force means that his skills have been recognized.”
Garium was a capable person.
He often accompanied high-ranking golden elves as an escort, or was assigned to an expedition led by a young golden elf noble favored by the powerful.
“I have seen and heard more than most other elves. Most golden elves do not have the awareness that they should be careful what they say in front of the elf slaves at their side.”
It must be because they consider others as inferior beings, not equal beings.
“This is especially true for those who have been selected as practitioners.”
Garium was considered a key force in whatever work he was assigned to, and thus, he was given many secrets about the Golden Bough.
“They have already acquired a considerable amount of world fragments and ancient relics. With this, the elders who have lived since myth, who have not been at the forefront until now, are finally ready to take to the field.”
“This is something I was already prepared for.”
“Even if they say it won’t be long before they pinpoint this place?”
“what?”
