Legion vs. Adventurers (1)

Looking at my status after finishing the first log, I am baffled.

Status Guy Lv.44 Goblin instructor

Mp 10+63+46

Strength 5+63+15

Constitution 5+63+16

Speed 5+63+11

Magic ability 0+63+6

Skills:

universal humanoid language, universal monster language, dungeon map

throwing lv. 6; soul vision lv.5; enhanced stamina lv. 5; breathing technique lv. 5; stealth lv.3; enhanced stomach capacity lv.3;

instructing lv.3; instructor's assessment lv.2; combat medic assessment Lv.2

dagger use lv. 5; backstab lv.2; energy dagger lv.2;

trap making lv. 5; woodworking lv.3; camp construction lv.2; make-shift crafting lv.2;

dismantling lv. 6; field surgery lv.6; cleaning lv. 1;

Earth magic lv.2;

Mental resistance lv.1; physical damage resistance lv.1

I miraculously gained a level and my bonus stat for strength went up by one. But more importantly, make-shift crafting went up by one and I gained woodworking at level three.

That's not normal, is it?

So I'll level up my dismantling the moment I get enough practice. But what is the condition for instructing to level up?

Actually, why did it even react?

But still, I gained a skill at level three!

Don't I already do that?

That sounds useful and overpowered. Do I have to worry about Darwin beating the ever-living crap out of me again?

That's good. Onwards to make clubs then!

While I am peacefully sawing and carving away at my shaved logs, the sound of war horns makes my hands pause.

Navi, is there a problem?

Futile? So there's no need for me to help?

I yell at the skull goblins to stay where they are and jog off in the direction of the entrance to the 15th floor. Once I get a bit closer I see numerous figures move out of the gate before forming various formations and combat units. I'm not sure that calling them adventurers does them justice.

I see the enemy preparing to attack but where are the defenders?

Turning my head I spot the legions slowly retreating. What the hell are they doing that for?

I suddenly feel my shoulders being grabbed by large, bird-like claws. Then, I am lifted into the air by the creature above me.

I won't, but thank you.

I feel like the harpy is about to drop me but nothing happens. With a much higher vantage point, I resume my observation of the battle that should happen below.

The three legions have stopped retreating after reaching the halfway point between the entrance and exit of the floor. Each legion distances itself from the others and splits into ten units that I vaguely remember Quinn telling me are called Cohorts. They form two lines of five cohorts per legion and seem ready for battle. Each legion is then flanked on both sides by a hundred or so undead riders.

The large army of adventurers begins to move forward and I am a bit scared by how many there are. Can the legions really take this many?

Equites?

I must have been fooled by the open formation the adventurers are using. They look like they have way more men than our side. Of course, the legionaries standing in a tight formation also doesn't make them look any bigger.

The adventurers charge and quickly split into different groups. The human soldiers split into two disorderly groups and aim for the two legions on the side. A third unit of short but stout-looking armored figures, most likely dwarves, marches toward the legion in the center.

The elven scouts stay back and shuffle around suspiciously. I don't know what they are planning but they are probably waiting for the others to engage before making their move.

As the two faster-moving human units enter into a range of a hundred meters of the legions they are facing, the five cohorts in front open their shield walls and take a throwing stance. Before I question their outstretched empty hands, they each materialize a javelin and throw it with great force.

Hundreds of javelins fly through the air as the human soldiers shout warnings and raise their shields for protection. Countless energy shields come into existence as the javelins rain down on them.