Reincarnated as a tank in a fantasy world

Getting prepared

Nick and Aela entered the city, they could feel the weight of the gazes from the city's inhabitants. The rumors about them had spread far and wide, and even though the people knew that Craven, the great lord's son, had lied, they couldn't help but believe his words about the power of the metal beast. They kept their distance, giving Nick and Aela a wide berth as they made their way through the city.

After a few minutes, they arrived at Arc's shop. They helped him unload his goods, exchanged a few words, and bid him farewell. Their next stop was the guild. Just like before, the adventurers there were wary of Nick's intimidating appearance. But they didn't let that stop them. They picked a quest, and with Aela safely inside Nick, they left the city to embark on their new adventure.

Meanwhile, the city's commander received a report from one of his scouts. A Goblin Army had been spotted near the city to the northeast, and it seemed they were joined by a horde of orcs. The commander asked, "How long till it reaches the city?" The soldier replied, "Our calculations say that it will arrive after 2 days and 2 nights."

Upon hearing this, the commander rose from his seat and donned his coat. He ordered his soldier, "Tell the Guildmaster that we have business." The soldier nodded and walked away to deliver the message to the Guildmaster. 

The commander's face was a study in concentration as he listened to the soldier's report. The soldier's voice, steady despite the grim news, echoed in the silent room. "We estimated the goblin army to be 10,000 in total," he began, his words hanging heavy in the air. "All types of goblins are present. Here are the numbers," he continued, his eyes scanning the report in his hands.

He listed the numbers, "There are 3,000 of rank I, 2,000 of rank II, 1,000 of rank III, 996 of rank IV, and 4 of rank V, which are the king and queen, 2 of each." The soldier finished, his voice echoing in the silent room, the gravity of the situation settling in.

The commander's face hardened as he processed the information. The numbers were daunting, a stark reminder of the challenge they were about to face. But they had faced worse odds before. His mind was already racing with strategies and plans, calculating their chances of success. He was a seasoned leader, his years of experience guiding him in these critical moments.

With a determined look in his eyes, he issued his orders, "Ready the cavalry and the troops," his voice ringing with authority. "Report to me all of the units we have." His soldiers saluted and hurried off to carry out his orders. The room was filled with a sense of urgency as they prepared for the impending battle. The next few days would be a test of their strength and resilience, a battle for the survival of their city.

The city was on the brink of a major battle, and every soldier, every citizen, knew what was at stake. The next few days would determine their fate, and they were ready to fight for their survival. The city, their home, was worth fighting for. As the sun set, casting long shadows over the city, everyone braced themselves for the battle that was to come. The night was filled with a tense silence, broken only by the occasional clanging of armor and the distant howls of the approaching enemy. The battle was about to begin, and they were ready.

Two days had passed since the rumors about Nick and Aela had finally disappeared. The city was abuzz with anticipation and anxiety. The duo had successfully completed their quest and returned to the guild late at night, their bodies weary but spirits high. Aela, ever the efficient one, quickly took care of their accommodations, securing a comfortable place for them to rest and recuperate. The city, which was usually quiet at this hour, was alive with activity. The streets were filled with the sound of clanging metal and hushed whispers, a stark contrast to the peaceful silence of the night.

The following morning, the city was a flurry of activity. Soldiers, dressed in their armor, were busy preparing for the impending battle. Their faces were set in grim determination, a silent vow to protect their city at all costs. The citizens, although anxious about the impending conflict, went about their daily tasks. The market was bustling with activity, the air filled with the aroma of fresh bread and the sound of haggling vendors. Despite the looming threat, life went on.

The commander had a busy day ahead of him. He spent the day in the war room, hunched over maps and scrolls, strategizing and planning their defense. His advisors flanked him, their faces serious as they discussed battle tactics and troop formations. Every now and then, a messenger would rush in, delivering the latest reports from the scouts. The commander would listen, his face impassive, before issuing new orders. He was a pillar of strength, his unwavering resolve inspiring his troops.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the city, a tense silence fell. The clanging of metal had ceased, replaced by the soft whisper of the wind. The city seemed to be holding its breath, bracing itself for the battle that was to come. The fate of their city hung in the balance. The night was filled with a tense silence, broken only by the occasional clanging of armor and the distant howls of the approaching enemy. The battle was about to begin.

Nick and Aela, despite their initial confusion, were quick to understand the situation. With the help of Wiz, they were able to piece together the information and understand the gravity of the situation. It was early in the morning, the sun just beginning to rise, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. Aela managed to sign both of them up for the battle, their names now officially listed among the city's defenders.

Nick spent the morning preparing for the battle. He checked his ammunition, ensuring he had enough for the battle. He refueled, making sure he had enough fuel to last the duration of the battle. He went over his strategy, mentally preparing himself for the fight. But it was Wiz who gave him the confidence he needed. Wiz made him realize that he was a billion times stronger than an elder dragon, a fact that boosted his confidence immensely.

With renewed vigor, Nick marched into the battlefield, ready to defend the city. The battle was about to begin, and Nick and Aela were right at the heart of it. They were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, their spirits unbroken and their resolve stronger than ever. The city's fate was in their hands, and they were determined to protect it at all costs.

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