I sat down on the shore of a small river, enjoying the feeling of the water on my scales as I rolled onto my back and began to ask questions. “What is a clink? How much is it worth?” Tetel smiled and said. “A clink is worth a hundred clunks. You can use a clunk to buy around a pound of goblin meat.”

Hmm, weird system but at least it seems like I’ll be able to feed my kids. But if Tuobella is supplying the food what do I use the budget for? “Tetel. What else can I buy? In this city? What supplies would be useful to my military?”

Tetel frowned and said. “There hasn’t been a war in this region for our entire existence. However I do believe there are a few things that could be helpful. You could rent some mages, they’re useful in a fight. I’m pretty sure you could buy a couple hundred goblin soldiers as well, slave traders in town.”

I shook my head and said. “No, goblins are just useless. So with my money I can buy food and people? Is that it? How does this nation's economy work?” Tetel sighed and said. “It works mostly through food. We also have a quarry but so far attempts to make the rocks more uniform have failed.”

I shook my head and said. “Alright, we’re going to start fixing that issue immediately. How much would two hundred goblins cost?” Tetel looked a bit surprised at my seemingly fickle behavior as he thought for a moment before answering. “That’d be twenty clinks my Queen.” I nodded. “Alright, try to buy five hundred.”

My plan for this was simple. Goblins have hands. I can force the goblins to use their hands to make items for me! Jewelry, glass and other necessary items! We can make use of the goblins to make anything! Then we can export our luxury goods to other city states.

Although we still need to force the goblins to learn how to actually make the goods. But that’ll be the council's job! God I love delegation. I smiled and decided to take a quick nap. I was woken up a couple hours later by the same old bruiser who had been commanding drills.

“My Queen! We await your orders!” I nodded and stretched out. “Alright then, follow me boys!” Tetel had pointed out where the zorkids were located and I was eager to try out my new army.

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I was a bit concerned about the fact that the zorkid had a fortress but siege warfare would be good practice for my troops. I wonder if any of them are close to evolving? I’ve never seen the next evolution of the bruisers.

My army was marching in a long column, trampling anything in our path. We had to turn a few times so we didn’t run through a goblin farm but otherwise life was good. I claimed all the farmers we passed by. No reasons to waste the opportunity. A few of them started crying with joy but others just looked a bit scared.

Who cares if they’re afraid? Nothing will stop the march of progress! I will drag this civilization into an acceptable level of capitalism and luxury! I chuckled and yelled. “What are you fighting for troops?”

Immediately they all began to yell. “For the Queen! For the Queen! For the Queen!” I nodded and shouted. “That's right! You fight for me!” We made it to the zorkid fortress a few hours after we started walking. The fortress itself was built on top of a large hill. The terrain was rocky and dry.

The area surrounding the hill was mostly empty grassland with a few goats sprinkled around. My troops were hiding behind another small hill while I began to plan out the attack. There were most likely a few groups of zorkids spread around the grassland, probably a few exploding goats as well.

How do they even work? How does one just blow a living creature up? I just shrugged and said. “Focus! How are we going to attack?” The fortress itself was in good condition. It was a square castle, the walls were in good shape and I could even see the gates worked fine.

I wonder why the humans abandoned this region? Probably got swarmed by monsters. But if they have people like Helga couldn’t they just rip through everything? Helga could kill my entire army in under a minute.

What a terrifying woman. As I stared into the distance the old bruiser walked up to me and said. “Do you see the enemy, my Queen?” I nodded and said. “Yeah, they have a few groups spread out around their fortification.”

The best thing for us would be if we could kill the zorkids before they could run back to their fortress. ALright, no more hesitation. “I want all of you to split into battalions of a hundred. Elect someone to be the leader of the entire battalion. I want all windclaws to be in one battalion! In each battalion there are ten groups of ten. Elect a leader within each group. Get to it!”

My orders were met with a resounding. “Yes my Queen!” I smiled and yelled. “Alright, the battalion with windlcaws is battalion number 1. Leaders of the rest of the battalions confer with each other and choose your numbers.”

It took almost thirty minutes for everyone to get organized and that honestly that was a miracle in itself. “Battalion number 1! On my order you will sprint as fast as you can at those goats. Throw something at them before getting close, they explode. Battalions 2,3 and 4! I want you all to form a line in between the fortress and the groups in the grassland. I want the rest of you to surround the fortification and kill anything that tries to leave or enter. If they start hitting you with ranged weapons back up but maintain a circle. Go!”