36: Chapter 36 The Frenzied Spear Throwers, an Elite Army (4000 words)

Feeling the powerful energy surging within their bodies, they were instantly overcome with excitement.

"By the Goddess, I, I've changed into a Rare Class?!"

"Hahahaha, I've become stronger!! I've become stronger!!"

"The spear I throw now could pin a wild bull to death!"

"Praise Lord Loren!!"

The soldiers who had successfully changed classes discussed it fervently, their eyes filled with fanatical devotion as they looked at Loren.

They hadn't expected the reward Loren bestowed upon them to be this significant.

A Rare Class!

This was a Rare Class worth one million currency!!

How were they worthy of this?!

Great Goddess, please protect the kind and great Lord Loren. Such a magnificent existence should live for ten thousand years!!

In an instant, their loyalty skyrocketed.

More than half of them climbed directly to the 80-point threshold, reaching high-level loyalty, while the rest hovered around 78 or 79.

The human army, whose morale had been unstable just moments ago, now had morale soaring to the extreme, and their loyalty to Loren had risen to an unprecedented height!

Old Butler Boer stood to the side, his expression dazed.

His heart was in a state of chaos.

Although his level was only Bronze Rank, as a man in his sixties, he was quite knowledgeable.

Since when was the arduous process of changing classes this simple??

Could a few light words really help subordinates successfully change classes??

What kind of joke was this?!

This white-haired old man felt as if his entire worldview was shattering.

When the cheers below subsided slightly, Loren turned his head to look at the bewildered Old Butler Boer.

"Mr. Boer, please take some men to the warehouse and bring out some suitable throwing spears. I want to test their strength."

Butler Boer's unfocused gaze finally regained its clarity.

Looking at Loren, who treated all this as a matter of course, he trembled, his lips moving as if to say something, but in the end, he couldn't get the words out.

After taking two deep breaths, he said respectfully.

"Yes, Master, please wait a moment."

With that, he took a few soldiers and headed towards the manor's warehouse.

When his predecessor had arrived at the Grey Eagle Territory, he had purchased quite a few military supplies; while there weren't many throwing spears, there were a few.

After Butler Boer walked away, he looked at the excited soldiers beside him, held back for a long time, but eventually couldn't resist asking.

"Did you really succeed in changing classes?"

The soldiers, their faces flushed, replied excitedly.

"Yes, Mr. Butler. Lord Loren is truly too great.

Our minds were flooded with knowledge, all about how to throw spears, and my strength has also been greatly enhanced..."

"Yes, that's right, Mr. Boer. Do you think Lord Loren is a Mage? This is too magical!"

"Lord Loren must be a Mage!! Besides a Mage, who else could possess such power?"

"Praise Lord Loren!!"

Butler Boer's cloudy eyes watched the soldiers dancing and gesticulating, practically ready to kneel and praise Loren, and his heart felt even more chaotic...

After a long while, as if thinking of something, the old butler's tense expression suddenly relaxed, and he laughed heartily as he said to everyone.

"Regardless of whether Master Loren is a Mage, you should all feel fortunate.

To be ruled by such a kind lord is truly a gift from the gods.

Hold onto a heart of gratitude; we will likely never encounter a lord as kind as Master Loren again."

The others nodded in unison upon hearing this, sighing at their luck.

To have met the kind and great Lord Loren, they were truly favored by the Goddess of Luck.

Their admiration and worship for Loren soared once again.

Suddenly, they even had more pep in their step.

Half an hour later, on a clearing in front of the manor where the grass was withered and yellow, six rows of wooden stakes were set up one after another.

Each row was 30 meters apart, with a total distance of 150 meters from the first row to the sixth row (1-50, 2-80, 3-110, 4-140, 5-170, 6-200).

Loren stood with the soldiers who had changed into Javelin Throwers at the throwing point 50 meters from the first row of stakes, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Kur, begin."

Upon receiving the order, Kur tightened his grip on the short spear in his hand, and he and the other 9 Javelin Throwers stepped forward to prepare for the throw.

The short spear was about a meter long, its shaft made of ebony, tough and of moderate weight, with an arrowhead-shaped blade at the tip that glinted with a cold, piercing light.

No one would doubt the lethality of the short spear; it was enough to kill even a brown bear.

Loren observed them closely.

Their throwing motions were very standard; their bodies were slightly arched backward, like a drawn crossbow, presenting a fluid posture.

After a brief buildup of power, the Javelin Throwers launched their first attack in front of Loren.

Guard Officer Kur moved first.

His body exploded like a spring, lunging forward a few steps, and the short spear in his hand whistled out.

Seeing this, the other Javelin Throwers launched their attacks simultaneously.

Whoosh~

The sound of the spear tips tearing through the void was like a beast roaring, sharp and terrifying.

In just two blinks of an eye, the short spears struck the first batch of wooden stakes with the force of thunder and lightning.

Puchi~ Wood chips splattered.

The ten-centimeter-thick wooden stakes were all pierced through, and some even snapped and shattered due to the immense force of the short spears, a sight that was truly jaw-dropping.

Loren nodded in satisfaction; at 50 meters, the lethality was at its maximum.

"Continue."

Seeing how powerful their attacks were, the ten Javelin Throwers conducting the experiment were also incredibly excited.

They picked up their short spears again and aimed at the second row of wooden stakes 80 meters away.

Power up, sprint, release the spear.

Whoosh~

Crack~

The classic scene repeated; the short spears pierced through the wooden stakes again, with not a single miss.

Guard Officer Kur's short spear even passed through the stake and buried itself deep into the soil behind it.

The lethality was astonishing.

"Continue."

Loren's interest grew even higher.

It seemed the Javelin Throwers' lethality and range exceeded his expectations.

Subsequently, the 10 Javelin Throwers targeted the 3rd row at 110 meters.

Because of the distance, he couldn't see clearly, but Loren was in no rush to go forward.

After the 4th row at 140 meters, the 5th row at 170 meters, and the 6th row at 200 meters, after six rounds of throwing were completed, Loren finally asked the 10 Javelin Throwers beside him, who were in good condition and not panting heavily.

"At this frequency of throwing, how many times can you throw while maintaining your lethality?"

Throwing spears was real physical labor; each throw required an explosion of full strength, and for those who were weaker, the effectiveness would likely drop sharply after two or three attempts.

But these Javelin Throwers gave him quite a surprise again.

"Lord, I feel I can throw 20 times! After 20 times, my strength will decline, and the throwing distance and lethality will also decrease."

"My feeling is about the same..."

"Yes, at most twenty times..."

Kur looked at the surrounding soldiers with pride.

He was a Silver Rank, and his strength was more than a notch above the Bronze Rank.

"Lord Loren, I should be able to throw about thirty times."

After all 10 had finished speaking, Loren had a rough idea.

A Bronze Rank Javelin Thrower could throw about 20 times at their best, and with Kur as the only reference for Silver Rank, it was roughly set at 30 times.

For these 40 soldiers, that meant 800 short spears.

If this force was applied correctly, it would definitely produce astonishing results.

"Let's go, let's go see the targets further back."

The third row of wooden stakes was 110 meters away; he could see that the short spears had caused decent damage to the stakes, but he couldn't see clearly.

Loren came to the first row of stakes at 50 meters; none of the ten spears had missed, and the approximately ten-centimeter-thick stakes were pierced through, with several even shattering directly, which looked quite violent.

The second batch of stakes at 80 meters was not much different from the first batch.

The gap appeared at the third row of stakes at 110 meters; in this row, two short spears missed, and 3 short spears did not pierce through the stakes.

The effect on the fourth row of stakes at 140 meters was even worse; out of 10, 4 missed, and only two short spears pierced through the stakes.

In the fifth row at 170 meters, only 1 out of 10 hit the target, and it didn't pierce through, only penetrating about four or five centimeters.

In the sixth row at 200 meters, all missed; not a single one hit.

After checking, Loren had an intuitive understanding of the Javelin Throwers' power.

Within 100 meters, the Javelin Throwers' power was at its greatest; both accuracy and lethality were very impressive.

100~150 meters was likely the secondary range, where accuracy and power began to gradually decrease.

Beyond 150 meters, it was unwatchable; accuracy and power dropped significantly, and they posed little threat to enemies.

"The Javelin Throwers' lethality at short range is extremely high, but medium to long range is their weakness."

Loren looked at Kur.

"Try your skill again, aim and throw at the last row of targets."

Javelin Throwers had an explosive skill—Deadly Throw (Grade C), which unleashed full strength to throw the spear, causing significantly increased damage.

This was definitely the Javelin Throwers' signature skill.

The ten Javelin Throwers returned to the starting point.

Under Loren's gaze, their aura gradually surged, and their eyes even became slightly bloodshot.

The muscles on their arms bulged high, and their veins squirmed like earthworms under their skin, which was jaw-dropping.

Their bodies bent sharply, compressing to the limit like a spring, before suddenly exploding.

They sprinted forward a few steps, and the spears were released.

Whoosh~

A violent sound of tearing through the air rang out, and the short spears flew across the air with the momentum to tear through everything.

Crack~

The sound of wooden stakes shattering boomed.

Several wooden stakes snapped directly, and wood fragments splattered more than ten meters away.

Loren immediately led everyone forward to observe.

The stakes were in a mess; this time, out of the 10 short spears, only 5 missed, and the five that hit all pierced through the targets, even shattering the stakes into pieces.

The power of this skill was definitely not to be underestimated.

Loren's interest became even more heightened.

These Javelin Throwers really had something; from 200 meters away, they could actually unleash such powerful damage.

They were definitely not to be underestimated.

With more anticipation, Loren had the Javelin Throwers throw for dozens of rounds, conducting various experiments.

Concentrated firepower tests, rapid throwing tests, maximum lethality tests, maximum range tests...

Finally, after these newly changed Javelin Throwers were so exhausted they couldn't even lift their hands, Loren reluctantly stopped.

Through a series of experiments, he had a more intuitive understanding of the Javelin Throwers' strength.

Although the Javelin Throwers' individual combat power could not compare to a Barbarian, they also possessed immeasurable value.

Javelin Throwers could pierce ordinary armor within a hundred meters, and the skill—Deadly Throw, was even more extraordinary in power.

Once unleashed, the damage caused was almost doubled, and ordinary shields could not block it.

More importantly—this skill could be used for three consecutive throws.

Once they focused fire on a single target, a Platinum Expert might be able to withstand it with terrifying combat power and high combat skills, but a Gold Rank expert would be heavily injured if not killed.

This was still without the Javelin Throwers having activated their bonds; if they reached a full complement of 100 people, with accuracy increased by 30%, even a Platinum Expert would likely have a hard time.

The only downside was that after using the skill, the number of normal throws would drop from 20 to 10, which was essentially trading quantity for power.

After the experiments, Loren was very satisfied with these Javelin Throwers.

These Javelin Throwers had improved their combat power by more than just one level compared to the previous soldiers?!

"Recover all the short spears; we have no resources to waste.

Additionally, I will have a new batch of short spears forged for you to use for training."

Looking at the exhausted but mentally excited soldiers, he issued another order.

"Kur, I appoint you as the commander of the Javelin Legion.

You are to train them in the strictest manner within half a month.

I need all Javelin Throwers to accurately hit enemies within 100 meters, and have an accuracy rate of no less than 90% within 150 meters."

Although the soldiers had successfully changed classes, this did not mean the end, but rather the beginning of this profession.

How much potential could be excavated would depend on later training.

To improve accuracy, there was only long-term, high-intensity practice, which was unavoidable.

"At your command, Lord Loren, we will absolutely not disappoint you!"

Kur was exceptionally excited; the power in his body made him clearly feel that he was several levels stronger than before.

And all of this was bestowed by Lord Loren.

Praise the Goddess, he would use everything he had to repay Lord Loren!!

Loren didn't say anything more and turned to look at the excited crowd.

The carrot and stick policy was never outdated; there had been rewards, and now it was time for the stick.

His expression became serious.

"In the future, the army will be the sacred ground of the Grey Eagle Territory.

Three days from now, I will issue new military discipline; anyone who violates the new military discipline will be dealt with according to military law.

The law does not show mercy.

I bestowed power upon you to guard the territory and protect the family and friends around you, absolutely not for you to engage in brawls or bully civilians!

Do you hear me?"

The murderous tone made everyone's heart jump.

Staring at Loren, who had undergone a earth-shattering change, they immediately responded loudly.

"Heard you!"

Loren frowned.

"Did you not eat? I'll ask again, did you hear me?!"

Everyone roared, "Heard you!!"

Loren still didn't stop and shouted loudly, "Did you hear me??"

All the soldiers roared frantically, "Heard you!!"

The enormous volume caused a few servants passing by in the distance to turn their heads in shock.

How could this army, whose morale was so decadent this morning, seem like a completely different group of people right now??

This majestic aura was simply too extraordinary...

"Lord really has the ability... to have revived the morale so quickly."

"Is this really that lifeless army?"

"It's too surprising..."

Butler Boer's cloudy eyes looked at Loren with extreme complexity; within them were surprise, disbelief, and also unconcealable joy.

Lord Loren, you have finally radiated the brilliance of a descendant of the Bauhinia Family.

Is this the real you?!

Loren looked at the soldiers, whose aura was clearly different, his tone sonorous and forceful.

"Remember this drive of yours; the soldiers under my command have never been cowards or weaklings!

Kur, dismiss everyone."

Kur roared in response.

"Yes!!"

After Loren turned and left, Kur shouted loudly to the soldiers below, who held their heads high.

"Everyone, dismissed! The patrolling soldiers, proceed according to the plan!"

The soldiers below immediately roared, "Yes!"

The team that had just been listless now actually showed signs of being an elite army...