Phield and the heavy cavalry circled around the salt mine outpost twice and casually wiped out a small corpse horde of fifty along the way.
"Other than being expensive, heavy cavalry really doesn't have many weaknesses."
After witnessing the medieval version of a tank, Phield flicked the filthy blood from his hands. "Once the blacksmith workshop starts operating, we'll begin forging plate armor and mass produce heavy cavalry."
"The problem is that hammering plate armor by hand is way too complicated. I remember there was something called a hydraulic forging hammer."
Phield rubbed his chin, trying hard to recall his old knowledge.
"My lord, Lady Sinta says your order has been completed."
A wolf demi-human came over to report.
"That fast? That's absurdly efficient. It hasn't even been half a day yet, has it?" Phield looked up at the gray fog overhead. From the shifting light and darkness, he could roughly judge the time.
