My Goblin System : Levelling up with my SSS Class Devouring skill Chapter 293

Urgak’s deep voice rumbled agreent. Several orcs roared approval. The goblins and hobgoblins were starting to look less afraid and more angry.

"We have four weeks to prepare," Satou continued. "Four weeks to turn this settlent into a fortress. Four weeks to train until we can fight in our sleep. Four weeks to prepare defenses that will break the human assault like waves against stone."

He gestured broadly. "And we won’t be fighting alone. Lord Loki ,Lord Seraphina and Lizardfolks are sending reinforcents."

That caused genuine surprise. Excited whispers spread through the crowd.

"Combined with our own forces, we’ll have over a thousand defenders," Satou said. "A thousand warriors who know this terrain, who’ve trained together, who are fighting to protect their hos and families."

He let his voice drop slightly, becoming more personal.

"I won’t lie to you. This will be the hardest battle any of us have ever faced. People will die. People will be wounded. The settlent we’ve built will be tested in ways we haven’t imagined."

He straightened, eting as many eyes as he could.

"But we will survive. We will fight. And when the dust settles and the humans retreat in failure, we will still be standing, i will make sure none of you died"

His voice rose to a commanding crescendo.

"Because we are not just a settlent. We are proof that monsters can build sothing better than endless conflict. We are proof that different species can work together. We are proof that strength doesn’t co from conquering others—it cos from protecting what matters."

Satou raised his fist.

"So let them co with their three thousand soldiers. Let them bring their heroes and their siege weapons and their arrogant belief in human superiority. We’ll show them what happens when you threaten people who have everything to lose and nothing left to fear!"

The courtyard erupted.

Roars, cheers, weapons raised high. The fear had transford completely into determined fury. Warriors were shouting challenges at enemies who wouldn’t arrive for weeks. Mages were already discussing defensive spell coordination. Even the non-combatants looked ready to fight.

Satou let the energy build for several monts before raising his hand for silence.

"Here’s what happens next," he said, voice cutting through the noise. "Training intensifies. Eight hours daily—combat drills, formation practice, magic coordination. Defensive preparations begin imdiately. We’re fortifying the walls, digging trenches, creating kill zones. Supply gathering starts today. Food, water, dical supplies, ammunition—everything we might need for a prolonged siege."

He pointed to different sections of the crowd.

"Urgak, you coordinate the orc warriors and physical defenses. Kelvin, you handle scouts and intelligence—I want eyes everywhere within five miles. Grimnir, organize the hobgoblin fighters into specialized units. Lyra will coordinate overall logistics and resources. Jessica will prepare the dical facilities and train additional field healers."

Each person he nad straightened with purpose.

"Everyone else reports to your unit leaders for assignnts. No one is useless. Even if you can’t fight, you can help. Prepare food, carry supplies, maintain equipnt, care for the wounded. This settlent survives because everyone contributes."

He paused, then added sothing crucial.

"And rember—this isn’t about glory or proving anything. This is about survival. When the humans co, you fight smart, not brave. You protect each other, you follow orders, and you do everything necessary to live through this."

The crowd’s energy had shifted from raw fury to focused determination. This was better. Controlled aggression was far more useful than blind rage.

"We have four weeks," Satou said again. "Let’s make them count. Dismissed!"

As the crowd dispersed to their various tasks, Satou felt Lyra’s hand settle on his shoulder.

"Good speech," she said quietly. "You struck the right balance between honest warning and inspirational leadership."

"They needed to understand the danger without being paralyzed by fear," Satou replied, watching his people move with purpose toward their assignnts.

Jessica moved to his other side. "Do you really think we can survive three thousand soldiers?"

"With proper preparation, defensive advantages, and a thousand motivated defenders?" Satou considered. "Yes. It won’t be easy. We’ll take casualties. But yes, I think we can break their assault."

"And the heroes?" Jessica pressed. "The four summoned heroes with their overpowered abilities?"

Satou’s expression hardened. "TheReaper gave detailed information about their powers and weaknesses. We’ll have counters prepared. Plus, they’re inexperienced—three weeks of training doesn’t overco years of actual combat."

"I hope you’re right," Jessica murmured.

"So do I," Satou admitted. "So do I."

[TRAINING GROUNDS - LATE MORNING]

The settlent’s training grounds had expanded significantly over the past months, but now they buzzed with almost frantic activity. Multiple groups worked simultaneously—orcs practicing formation charges, goblins drilling archery, mages coordinating spell patterns.

Satou moved between groups, observing, correcting, offering guidance. Leadership wasn’t just inspiring speeches—it was the constant, grinding work of making sure everyone was prepared.

At the combat ring, he found Urgak drilling a mixed unit of orcs and hobgoblins in shield wall formations.

"Tighter!" Urgak bellowed. "If I can see daylight between your shields, the enemy can stick a spear through! Again!"

The warriors reford, shields overlapping more precisely. They moved forward in unison, a wall of tal and muscle.

"Better," Urgak growled. "But too slow. In real combat, hesitation ans death. Again! Faster this ti!"

Satou watched for several minutes, noting the improvent. The formation was becoming more cohesive, more natural. Warriors who’d been fighting as individuals were learning to function as a unit.

"Looking good," Satou said as Urgak called a brief rest.

The orc chieftain grunted. "They’re learning. Slowly. But orcs prefer individual combat—all this formation fighting feels unnatural to them."

"It feels unnatural until the first ti it saves your life," Satou observed. "A shield wall properly maintained can hold against charges that would kill individual fighters."

"I know. Doesn’t make it easier to teach." Urgak wiped sweat from his brow despite the morning chill. "The hobgoblins adapt faster—they’re smaller, more used to cooperative tactics. The orcs keep wanting to break formation and charge."

"Channel that aggression," Satou suggested. "Form the shield wall for defense, then when the enemy is close enough, use it as a launching point for a coordinated charge. Best of both approaches."