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And Then The Elven Nation Attacked 6
🕑 Added 2024-08-08 03:17:15 +0000 UTCNeem was, as had become the norm, was by my side, and her comforting presence was making me a lot more calm.
"She's very earnest," I said as we both watched Meltriss go through the series of exercises that I had copied off of my previous world's internet. Of course, whether this is genuinely how US Marines train is up to whether the videos I found online are legit or not, but, well, either way, I would need to find a way to massively increase the difficulty of these exercises. Natural grace, coordination and strength made them way too easy, but she would need to learn them real well in order to teach everyone else.
"How long has it been since we've been working with Meltriss, Neem?" I asked out of hand.
"I believe it's been... ten hours, Savior."
Ten... ten hours?
I looked up at the sky. Yup. We worked through the night.
One thing I'm absolutely going to have to correct is elves' sense of time.
"Out of curiosity, how long did we stand in place doing and saying nothing waiting for her to come back from sending messages to the rest of her underlings?" I asked, idly, scratching my cheek feeling an imagined itch on it.
"That would've been... three and a quarter hours, more or less, it's hard to tell time at night sometimes," Neem responded. "She was remarkably fast!"
She went to the population centers around Yggdrassil's physical body in three hours, and they're pretty decently spaced. Plus, on top of that, 'center' is a misnomer considering only one of them would even approach the look of a village, the rest had houses be so far apart that I'm only now starting to realize just how ill-utilized the elves' land is. We have... a lot. The Goddess provided us with incredibly fertile lands but we just don't need them that much, so we don't make use of them.
Thoughts of civil planning, both ancient and newer, go through me as I think about what can be done on the matter. At least I don't have to deal with years to decades or even centuries of natural evolution, and I can instead simply create a plan to be followed with modern convenience in mind from the get go.
After making a mental note to not get distracted watching videos of people making poop volcanoes erupt in city simulators, I returned to reality as Meltriss executed a simplistic routine. For a moment as I watched her, I thought about elves in combat fatigues executing raids. Dozens of pages and videos detailing how we could create simplistic vehicles crossed my mind, and the goddess kindly provided me with ideas as well on how we could replace certain machinery and precision tools with our overpowered physical capabilities.
Still, making fuel, batteries and such, all of that was... actually surprisingly possible. Not just possible, but due to not having to worry about certain industrial tycoons making it impossible, we could actually maintain a relatively clean approach to our technological development, and thanks to the fact that I can rely on experiments performed for me by people back in my former world, I can skip almost all the tedious research and just go straight to its results.
Meltriss attempted to execute a burpee, but jumped way too high and launched herself into the air. I've changed my mind, and have now decided that we should indeed make sure to keep these relatively low effort exercises, not because they will make us stronger, but because it'll teach these overpowered women how to not jump four times their height into the air when they only need to do a small hop.
"I'm starting to think we might be here a bit longer than expected," I mused as Meltriss hit the ground, falling into a crouch, then throwing her legs back to do a pushup but instead, once again, she launched herself, this time backwards. "This is kind of hilarious though."
Neem covered her mouth demurely and giggled. "I'm happy you're having fun Savior," she said, "I believe it won't be too many hours. Young elves, they crave excitement!"
Meltriss was a good example of that, she was actually really happy when I shared even an inkling of my world's knowledge of military tactics and knowledge with her. Good thing is, the entire Art of War is out there, and while in my modern world many of its ideas are sometimes derided as being basic and "common sense", well, common sense commonly isn't very common, and even basic tactics will escape the mind of someone who has never thought about it.
"Hm... excitement... novelty and development, new technology," I mused. Thoughts on this world prompted an answer from the goddess. Technology was the domain of the Gnomes of this world.
Kindly enough, the goddess provided me a mental image of what they looked like on average, and they were both as I expected and not, I thought they had more in common with the goblins as my previous world saw them than with gnomes. Gnomes were about eye level, on average, with elves' belly buttons, their ears were long and pointed like ours but theirs were fatter and thicker, and their skin ranged from deep forest greens to a nearly sand yellow. Despite their size, they didn't have babyish or rounded features, their facial structure was more similar to ours than it was to humans', and they had very well developed musculatures.
Both males and females actually had a predilection towards pretty pronounced muscles, no mismatch in proportions and no childish or juvenile features into adulthood, they aged rapidly and though their physical strength wasn't great, they had strength about on par with a human despite being half the size on average.
I might be a pervert but I have standards, I'll tell you that much, and I'm glad they meet those standards.
They were also simultaneously incredibly smart, and unbelievably stupid. They had the worst combination of a natural genius and predilection towards engineering, and a total disregard for safety and no idea what the scientific process, or peer review, were.
My cock stirred when the goddess emphasized the female gnomes to me... apparently almost all of them were extremely stacked, and more importantly, they were an entire species of size queens. Apparently gnomes liked it big, and they liked it rough, almost as a rule. Apparently the primary difference between male and female gnomes is that female gnomes have massive tits and no dicks, and male gnomes have massive dicks and no tits, but they all have phenomenally thick thighs and asses.
...
You lewd goddess are you TRYING to convince me to go to war with the Gnomes just to capture their booty!? Yes I mean their asses!
"Savior you look... distracted," Neem said, subtly. "Your, uhm, you're sticking out down there."
I stopped, then looked down at my cock. Indeed, I was bulging in the front of my leotard like outfit. No going back while I was hard.
I coughed into my closed fist as if to clear my mind of green asses, and trying not to think about the fact that I'm not entirely sure I wouldn't partake in their dicks as well. Yggdrassil, thankfully, stopped bombarding my mind with images of how they would look like when they were caught in ecstasy.
My cock slowly deflated and I managed to put it back in.
"Sorry I got distracted thinking about the future, and gnomes."
"Oh! Gnomes! Yes, some of them have sometimes made the trek through the forest. Not many visit the lands of the elves since the monsters closest to us are some of the strongest out and about in the world," Neem explained, "I believe the last time a Gnome made it all the way to us, they fell from the sky after their flying machine was caught in the air by a passing dragon!"
Flying machines?
Oh.
I could puke at all the safety violations that I detected in the flying machine concept the Goddess sent to me, and about a hundred different designs, blueprints and many more videos, images and webpages passed through my mind as I searched for everything that was wrong in what I was sent. Everything was wrong, not one thing was correct. No safety systems, no way to safely get out of the damn thing in a hurry, no ejector seat, no cover for the pilot, dozens of attempts at making flappy helicopters fly, that weird drill-shaped helicopter was going to give me an aneurysm because they made the drill face slightly to the front so it would move forward but didn't give it any sort of way to actually change direction so it could only go forward and where the wind would drive it...
Dozens of designs that didn't follow the laws of physics as well as ones that would actually work passed through me.
"It was a shame, I would've loved to ride that flying machine! As high as we can jump, it really doesn't beat flying like a dragon, does it?" Neem said.
Huh.
"I... believe I might be able to build an admittedly primitive flying machine," I said. "The process is long, arduous and you'll have to help me come up for magical means and applications through which we can speed up the processes, where at all possible, needed... also we're going to need to speed up trade with the outside because I'm going to need salt, water and a lot of rare metals."
"Well I'm sure we can get some of it here," Neem muttered.
"Sea or ocean water would be best," I responded, "but I can make do with buying large amounts of salt."
My attention was caught once again by Meltriss, this time going through the entire burpee correctly, then sprinting forwards, launching into a crawl through a very hastily made little course, which was basically just two sticks on one end and two sticks on the other end of a bunch of upturned grass, which she would need to crawl through without letting any part of her body rise above the tips of the sticks.
While her exposed skin was caked in mud from crawling, she perfectly managed to keep level as she did it... but her perky butt and sizable tits were making it very difficult. Her outfit was also very good at staying dry and clean of mud, unsurprising given the many bullshit properties of the fabric the elves used to make their equipmetn.
"Can you really make a flying machine like the gnomes?" Neem asked.
"I can make all sorts of things thanks to the knowledge the Goddess has given me access to," I said. "But it's very complicated and involved, so it's a very long term goal, for which first we're going to need to establish ourselves as a nation which can trade... there's three kingdoms between us and the nearest large body of saltwater. I'll set this as our goal, expand our territory until we are no longer landlocked, through the Forest, past the three kingdoms, and then... then we'll kickstart our technoindustrial revolution."
"I have no idea what that word means, but it sounds impressive," Neem admitted, smiling brightly.
Meltriss stood up from the crawl through the mud. She was having fun. That was nice.
We didn't have a wall to climb, it would take several hours to craft one that she couldn't just jump over, so instead, she drew her sword and launched into a series of practice movements, taken directly from a variety of manuals, treatises and even diaries posted online from back in my world.
Unfortunately, there's not much I can do to teach her something like a proper martial art, or even something like Krav Maga despite there being extensive demonstrations and explanations I can pull from, or even the component parts that make it up, seeing as I'm not exactly a master myself.
My ability is perhaps a cheat-level one, but I'm not omnipotent, they'll have to learn and perfect a fighting style that goes beyond what I can show and teach them from my own world, besides, those martial arts techniques are meant to be used by normal humans, not by elves like us.
"Alright," I shouted, "now do all of that," I said, "but you must also react to and block the rocks I'm going to be throwing at you," I said, as I watched her finish the fight against imaginary, shadow opponents. "If even a single rock hits you, you'll have to start at the very beginning, doing the jumping jacks again."
If she messed any part of it up, she'd have to start from the start.
"How long are we going to keep doing this, ma'am?" she asked.
I wonder if it's okay to have her so openly question me. "Watch your tone, don't sound petulant or whiny, speak clearly and with purpose! If you sound dispirited and undisciplined, those who follow you will also be dispirited and undisciplined! Speak with strength!"
"Yes ma'am!" she responded, "Ma'am, how long will we be performing these exercises!?" she shouted out.
Better. She sounds more like a commander than a recruit when she speaks like that, I want her being able to somewhat at least imitate the idea of a military officer. Pomp and show might seem pointless but it does help establish, set and maintain a structure of command, keep discipline and ultimately makes a machine run smoothly, and teaching her how to run the militia herself, and turning her into a proper commander, is going to be my key to not having to babysit our military every moment of the day.
I'm even now running almost exclusively on what I can find out from the internet back at my original world after all.
The grass didn't actually have much in the way of rocks, but I could make do by just grabbing small bits of dirt and compressing them in my fist. It wouldn't harm her, but it would hurt a little. Good hand eye coordination and incredible dynamic vision made it child's play to repeatedly hit her with rolled up and compressed balls of dirt. Neem even got into it, and started to make the little dirt balls for me to throw at Meltriss.
She was... utterly terrible at dodging, but she was a little bit better at blocking them. She got hit about thirteen times in a row while performing the jumping jacks, until she began trying to predict the shots, forcing me to change the pattern, and eventually she was reacting in time, I don't know if she was sparing glances at me or just using her hearing to know when I was about to throw, but she drew her sword and blocked the attacks as they came, and managed to start slowly pushing forward into the series of exercises which she had to figure out slowly and one by one how to protect herself.
Honestly I'm mostly just doing this to increase her awareness and mastery of the exercises, she's going to have to teach the other elves who joined the militia later.
"This is fun!" Neem laughed, as she passed me more dirt balls. I wonder if we could weaponize these? Probably not. Well, yes, but it would be no good against anything but the weakest races. "She's learning so fast too! Meltriss might have real talent for this after all, maybe the dream of seeing the elves finally able to step out and no longer be subject to the whims of the other races isn't so far after all!"
Right.
I shouldn't forget in my thoughts and dreams of the future, of uplifting these women into the twenty first century, that I'm doing this, that I was brought here, because of that. Even as thoughts and plans of armored personnel and cargo carriers scaled down to Iron Age levels, thank you to all the people back in my world who were looking for modern means, ways and techniques to recreate primitive technology, I didn't forget that we're just taking the first few steps.
I haven't even convinced the entirety of the elves yet.
"Once we're done here, I really want to go meet the leader of the elven craftswomen," I said to Neem, as I scored a headshot on Meltriss, past the guard of her sword, as she was sprinting towards the mud crawl.
"Ah! I think I can set that up soon, Miel is the Elder who represents the Craftswomen mostly," Neem mentioned, tilting her head, her braid almost slipping off her shoulder as she looked up. "I believe we should be able to find her either in her workshop or at the edges of the forest, where sometimes we can find the bodies of lesser creatures."
I nodded. "Once we have an organized military to speak of, I want to be able to collect and recover the bodies of monsters, I want to know what we can and can't use from them, and for that we're going to need to gather the skilled craftsmen, not just to analyze the materials, but also because we're going to need transportation."
"Can't we just carry the monsters?" Neem asked.
"You'd need many elves to carry what can be carried by one cart," I said.
It wasn't a matter of carry capacity. Even if the elves were physically very strong, they couldn't ignore the laws of physics. I could spend hours describing all the reasons why simply carrying things wouldn't work, and even simplistic vehicles pulled by elves would eventually be obsolete depending on the size of our hunt.
After all, a large truck could do the same work as a half dozen elves that would need to work together to bring back the corpse of a large dragon, and from what I understand from this world, the largest ones are the size of commercial passenger jets, the largest of their kind.
An image went through my head.
Okay maybe a little smaller than the biggest passenger jets. Shorter from front to back, but much bigger wingspan.
Meltriss successfully dodged more little dirt balls, then used her sword to protect herself as she tried to find a way to move through the mud crawl without opening herself to getting hit, eventually coming up with the idea of comically rolling around so as to not go over the sticks in the mud.
Funnily enough, one of the ideas for the simplest ways to move the most massive of things we could catch and kill in the forest was using carved logs just like that, but of course, I could already foresee a way to chart from that primitive tech all the way to modern threads for a mobile platform powered by electricity.
It would be difficult to get to that point, we would need a lot of work, but we elves have what we need.
I just need to bring them all together, and once I do, we'll get started.
A dream of elves in combat fatigues executing commando raids, deploying from planes and helicopters while wielding automatic weapons, striking and getting evacuated crossed through my mind.
I dismissed it.
A dream of elves in skintight green leotards, with war paint on their faces and combinations of modern combat knives, fantasy-looking swords and heavy weaponry that was normally used only while mounted on a vehicle or fortified position, like proper heavy machineguns and the like, striking at some medieval noble's mansion, breaking it open like an egg, diving into its dungeon and rescuing enslaved elves before retreating in a VTOL personnel carrier.
The goddess helpfully supplied me with ideas on how I could comfort them and how I could bring them back into the elven society.
Normally, I would say that not every problem can or should be solved by dicking it, but I have to assume the goddess that made the elves as a species would know how they work better than I do... Fucking their brains back in it is.
Far in the distance I watched the first few of the elves that would form the core of our militia, just as Meltriss completed the exercise at last. I would have her become a proper leader now...
I might have to impress upon these many ladies the goddess' favor.
Meltriss deserved a little treat, too, for her good and hard work.
I wasn't tired even though I'd been awake so long, but it's almost scary how much excitement and energy coursed through me at the thought of fucking Meltriss. Even more when I considered the possibility of fucking a good many elves soon...
