What do I exactly mean by farming footsoldiers?
Let me give you a good idea…
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“Brother, I’m cold.” A guard grumbled.
“So? Your wife told you to wear the wool thingy underneath your armor, but you refused to listen…” His patrol partner replied.
“I would’ve been sweating like a pig if I did!” He replied with more gusto than he wanted to.
“Calm down, dude…”
Even before they could react, a shadowy figure dashed at them and slashed their necks. Both guards tensed and reached for their throats from where the warm red liquid began slowly spilling. They tried screaming but no sound came, their vocal cords have been ruined.
They couldn’t help but think that their assassin was a weak one, for he failed to cut their necks properly.
Oh… Not a he but a she. Based on her plump curves and the overly alluring rogue getup, it must’ve been a woman and a very sexy one at that. Their assailant grabbed at their necks with her bare hand, shutting their wounds close, further lessening their already slowly building blood loss even further.
They tried grabbing at her hands, kicking, pulling, pinching, gripping, but nothing worked. Her hold on them remained steadfast as she lifted them off their legs and began pulling them along. Despite carrying two men much heavier than her, she showed no signs of struggling at all.
‘High level!’ They realized together at the same time, driving their panic to an even higher notch. Not only was she incredibly fast but also strong. That can only be explained by her out-leveling them to a great degree.
Their resistance amounted to nothing, and soon they came face to face with the most ominous doorway they’d ever seen. They would not step through it even for ten gold coins.
Their consent was not inquired, though, as the rude woman hurled them right into it one after the other.
*Thud!* *Thud!* Two bodies hit the floor and the guards looked up to check their new surroundings.
“The next batch is here already.” A woman decreed. She was dressed in strange oriental armor and had a katana drawn and aimed at them in a threatening manner.
“Master Primordial sure works fast.” A black-haired swordsman murmured.
“It was the doggie. Lord Quinlan doesn’t leave such a clean wound, he nearly murders them each time. These ones are not even close to dying, the work of a professional.” A woman in cumbersome dark armor muttered.
“You shouldn’t call her doggie. She is the master’s first mate.” A pink-haired sword-and-shield bearer chided her.
“I meant no disrespect but I shall apologize nonetheless.”
‘Where the fuck are we?! What is going on?! Who are these nutjobs?!’ The pair of guards screamed inwardly in a rather effeminate tone. They were very close to letting their bladders loose as well due to the story-like nightmare of a situation they’d found themselves in, but just then a gorgeous long-eared woman stepped closer to them.
“Let me heal them. Abudha, can I ask you to escort them afterward?”
“Of course.”
Once they were healed, their limbs were restrained with heavy chains and ropes, after which the monk took them by their throats, very similarly to their initial assailant, and dragged them a few feet away.
A rather scary sight welcomed them when they were thrown into a dugout pit where over a dozen comrades welcomed them. Since everyone was restrained, they could only wriggle around like worms.
“Fuck! Rudolf peed himself!”
“Agh!!! He is right on top of me!!!”
“… Sorry, guys. I just finished drinking a whole bottle of wine when they took me…”
“I don’t care! Stop pissing on my head!”
“But it feels too good… I can’t stop…”
…
Meanwhile, Ayame and co were eagerly awaiting the newcomers.
“This is surreal…” Selene whispered with pure disbelief. “He is kidnapping his future soldiers while invading deep into the enemy territories…! They are outnumbered by like 500 to 1 and they still have time to capture instead of kill or just sneak by.”
“He? I thought you would be frothing at your mouth, calling him scumbag, bastard, and all the good titles you could come up with.” Lucille noted her strange observation.
“Yeah, are you doing ok?” Cedric asked.
“Ok? No, Cedric, I’m not ok. I’ve never been humiliated like this, not even a tenth of this magnitude. As for your question, barbarian woman, I might’ve been defeated, but that doesn’t make me retarded. Cursing him out in front of his wives and allies would be the stupidest thing I could be doing right about now.” empire
“Wives? We’re only lovers for now…” Aurora murmured bashfully. She was rudely ignored.
“You have my respect, woman.” Abudha decreed, not at all caring for the thoughts of others. He was also sort of backstabbed by Quinlan himself, so he didn’t harbor any anger toward Selene for shooting the man in the back. The same couldn’t be said for the rest, though.
“Don’t call me ‘woman’.” It was Selene’s turn to be ignored.
“I hope you know that your fate is what would’ve awaited the rest of us women if you managed to kill your target, while the men would’ve been executed or perhaps enslaved.” Ayame said while glaring at the redhead.
Lucille continued, “You’ve gotten off rather well I would say. Knowing Quinlan, he will use you as a combatant and as a mole in the Consortium after you’re done serving this short little sentence of yours. He is too greedy to use you as simple relief for the workers. The opportunity cost is just too high for his brain to justify it. If he was a lesser man, he would’ve ignored the long-term benefits and ruined you instead.”
It was evident to all that neither Ayame nor Lucille harbored any warm thoughts for the woman despite her receiving a truly horrendeous treatment from their lover.
“I’m oh so grateful. My future suddenly looks bright like the spell I failed to kill him with to my greatest sorrow.” Selene grumbled frustratedly. “You bitc- women are so damned lucky. If the circumstances were different, he would’ve also lusted after me and I would be in the same situation as the healer slu- elf.”