The World Dragon's Heir

Chapter 445: Sweep The Area

Once the monsters had fled, all that was left was to do a quick sweep for any that might still be hiding in the area, and then they could inform the locals it was safe to head home and check the damages.

Having the infrastructure team still in Wistfield was going to be a huge benefit, as there was not only damage to repair, but monster corpses to dispose of, before the rotting bodies contaminated the fields.

In a remote battlefield, they could be left for wild magical beasts, and then nature would take its course, leaving nothing behind after only a few short years.

But this was all cultivated farmland, they couldn’t wait years for the bodies to decompose, and they certainly didn’t want an influx of wild beasts and monsters in the area.

But even in tragedy, there is opportunity.

Destroyed buildings meant work to rebuild them. Damaged roads meant there was a reason to build better ones.

It wasn’t all good, as there was lost food storage, damaged equipment, and the immense cost involved, but over time it would allow Wistover to become more than it ever was.

Before that could happen, there was a lot for Dominic to do to ensure the safety of the budding young city.

The next morning started with him staring at a wish list from the militia, the town guard, and his wife. Most of it was replacements for things that had been damaged, but there were also upgrades, like a rush order for rifles that were stronger than the first batch he had given out.

Those had been fine for almost everything, and would have been enough in a normal situation.

But when the Ogres attacked a hundred at a time, and the Goblins came by the thousands, a bunch of level ten uncommon grade rifles weren’t nearly enough.

At least not when the ones using them didn’t have additional magic.

That really was the defining difference between the forces. The ones that had an abundance of magical aptitude were more than capable of holding off a small army of monsters with only a handful of combatants.

Those who had only the weapons provided for them struggled.

Not nearly as much as they would have without Dominic loading the locals with much higher than average quality magical weapons, but they still struggled.

Dominic’s view of the situation, Alexis’ outlook on their abilities, and the civilian population’s opinion were wildly different on that particular topic.

By Dominic’s view, they needed stronger weapons, and more of them, so that the ones without training as mages would be more likely to survive the attacks. From Alexis’ point of view, the militia here was remarkably skilled, and the casualty rates were lower than anyone in military command would believe without verification.

But from the viewpoint of the civilians, it was a minor miracle that they had survived this sort of assault with not only their lives, but with most of their homes intact.

Similar attacks had been launched on major cities, and they had fallen into lengthy sieges.

Only a few had realized that the imbalance here was so extreme that Wistover could already count itself as the single most magically capable city in Cygnia outside the capital.

The armouries of the city guard and militia had emptied every spear that they could find, and while that might not have been as many as Dominic would have preferred, it was still enough that they could have been counted as a full regiment of the regular army.

However, Dominic was already thinking of ways to equip an entire company of riflemen on top of the regiment worth of militia spearmen and the Mage Tower.

But before he got to that, he had to fill an order for the Troll village.

They had left one representative behind with a big bag of monster cores, so that Dominic could place their request with the Merchant’s Guild.

The Trolls didn’t trust the Guild to actually deliver their goods, so they wanted Dominic to do it for them and make sure that they got what they needed. Most of the goods would be in with the next caravan in a few days, but there were a few that would be better if they were made in Wistover.

Like the stoves.

Trolls were extremely vulnerable to fire. But when it came to radiant heat from a stove, it was much less damaging to them. All they needed was for the heat to be less than the ignition point, and they could heal it normally.

Or relatively normally, anyhow.

So, they had requested ten large stoves with the flames completely enclosed, to be made with magitech. That way, they could use them without fear, and not worry about their children being in the kitchen.

Dominic knew just what to make for them. A standard magitech stove, using a fireplace insert for simplicity, but with a bolt holding the grate shut.

It didn’t need to be opened often, anyhow. There was no ash to clear from a magitech stove, and the grating could be made with small holes, resistant to childish fingers, but still allowing airflow to spread the heat.

Dominic was making them out of sheets of clay while he custom-fit armour to the Dave brigade.

There was no sizing chart for Mountain Trolls, so he had to get one to stand in the forge with him as he made the plates for the first time, and that meant he had to suffer through all the suggestions that an excited Mountain Troll could come up with.

And Dave had plenty of suggestions.

"Can we draw pretty pictures on them? I want an oak leaf on that leg and Dragonberries on the other.

Oh, and if you’re making chain skirts anyhow, can they have hooks on the outside to hang stuff? I always need a place to put bags of herbs and my extra spoon.

And that hat, it’s no good. I don’t know why the human guardians like them. It needs horns."

Amie tried not to laugh as Dominic altered the drawings for Dave’s armour.

Making fifty sets of plate was going to be an adventure on its own. Making fifty sets customized to the tastes of the Trolls was going to be even more difficult.

And that was without considering the shields they needed.