There were two main directions that he was considering for training his warriors. Once was certainly the body strengthening direction.
He was planning to have them all start cultivating their bodies and become higher-level warriors, in order to gain quantity in strength.
The second direction was technique and usage of that strength. Having a greater strength than the enemy was a good start, but knowing to use that strength was even more important.
In old Roy's memories, there were a lot of cases where warriors or mages were able to fight across levels, and that was only because they had better knowledge, and use of their strength.
In simple words, a Rank 1 warrior that could use 80-90% of his strength could easily defeat a Rank 2 warriors that could use only 40-50% of his strength.
Certainly, in later stages quality of the strength, and the warrior's body got into the equation too, but in the lower stages that margin was almost worthless.
As a person from Earth, where most soldiers were simple humans, humanity had managed to create a high-end technique for fighting.
And as a crazy novelist that needed that in his books, he had learned whatever he could on the topic, making it one of his strong points.
In all his life as an explorer, and archaeologist there had been just too many times where he was forced to fight, or use strength, and those fighting techniques had been truly bendy.
Even though he was a Rank 1 warrior at the moment he didn't feel like he would lose against a Rank 2 warrior as long as he learned to control his strength a bit better.
A big reason why he had accepted the merge of his soul with the memories left behind by those two was precisely that he wanted that knowledge and that information.
Certainly, taking the long way route, and learning to do so by himself was the best option out there, but unfortunately, he didn't have that much time, and it would be unproductive.
Well now wasn't the time to think about that, as 3 of his warriors were standing in front of him in reverence.
None of them even dared to breathe heavily in his presence, in fear that they might cause his discontent and then suffer his rage.
After that weird punishment and torture of the previous day, they had become even more assured of the fact that he was some kind of monster.
Without losing much time, Roy just looked at them one by one carefully, and then said,
"From this moment on I will personally train you to make you stronger!
Let me tell you this though, the training you will be going through will be even worse than the punishment King Yama would give you if you spit on his face!
Most probably you will curse this day if you decide to go on with it. So I am asking this question only once.
Are you willing to survive my training and grow stronger, or will you always stay the insects that you are now!?"
To barbarians like them, brains were extra unused matter as they only cared about strength. So hearing that Eric could make them stronger, they immediately accepted with excitement.
"BRRRAA, BRRAAA, BRRAAAA!"
Seeing their reaction, and hearing those screams of enthusiasm Roy couldn't help but start laughing with a loud sound like he had suddenly seen the funniest thing of his life.
The warriors were looking at him weirdly unable to understand what was going on when suddenly Roy stopped laughing as a maniacal and evil grin crept on his face, as he said,
"Well then let's begin!"
At first, Roy made them do some push-ups, squats and running, that even though seemed weird and worthless the barbarians did with diligence.
But their true hellish training started only after that, as in just one hour for the first time in their lives, the barbarians started regretting their decision, and wanting to leave the place.
Too bad that there was no turning back, as Eric continued to train them for more than 2 hours, when they finished they were barely standing on their feet, as they went to replace their comrades as guards.
Seeing the condition of the previous 3 guys, the upcoming 2 started laughing at them for being like that, instead of feeling that something was wrong.
In fact, they even mocked them, and challenged them to fights, in order to get some of their belongings, but when the hell's fire burned their bodies, they had totally changed as beings.
Who would have expected that someone could get so beaten up, and so tired just because they trained for around 2 hours?
After the second group, it was time for the third one, comprising of Bran and Bog, and as his personal guards, their training was clearly going to be rougher.
From that moment on, the warriors were even more convinced of the face, that Roy was a monster, a devil that they could never challenge.
During all three groups that came for training, Roy had not only been instructing them but also doing the same training as them without stop.
Since these guys weren't that smart, he had to go with the method that would make even the dumbest person understand.
Monkeys see, monkeys do!
Like that it was impossible for them to say that they didn't understand, and at the same time he showed them the difference between them, and their strength.
When they weren't even able to keep up with him in training, then they were even useless in a battle.
They didn't need to use their brains to understand this, it was enough that they had their instinct as warriors, and fighters.
When three sessions of training were over, Roy went for another bath in the river and then returned to his tent, where his ladies were looking at each other weirdly.
Even though they had bathed naked in the river, and had served the same man after, the situation and their relationship were still really awkward and weird for them.
Seeing Roy enter the tent, Mila was like a startled rabbit, while the other ladies were weird and stiff. They didn't know who should approach him first, and how they should do it.
It wasn't that Roy didn't know he had to set up a hierarchy amongst them, but the higher pieces of that hierarchy were missing.
He had to wait for Gidella and her daughter to arrive at the tribe before he started building the hierarchy between them.
It wouldn't be a matter of beauty or skills, but a hierarchy of trust. The one he trusted the most would be at the top, and those whom he trusted least would be at the bottom.
But there was still a bit of time before that, so he had to live a few more days like this. Still, he didn't seem to mind it much, as he went to seat on his 'throne' and then called for the fiery beauty.
This woman had one of the best bodies, and curves around him, and she was also intelligent to boot, it was like hitting a jackpot in the middle of the Death Forest.
But that wasn't the only reason he called her over, as he asked her,
"How is the job I handed over to you going?"
"It will be done in a day or two Master, while it's not that difficult there is a large number of people, and I am alone!"
The task that Roy had handed to the fiery beauty, was the registration of the tribe's people. She only had to register their names, gender, age, and abilities, but there were still a lot of barbarians in the tribe.
Thinking for a moment, he finally was reminded of something as he said,
"Valerie you know how to write too, correct?"
It wasn't difficult for Valerie to understand where this was going, but she couldn't lie to him either, as she answered,
"Yes, Master!"
"Very well, then from tomorrow, you will start helping her with her task. You better do that job properly and not cause trouble, otherwise, I will be the one to deal with you.
Was I clear!?"
"Yes, Master!" x2
This time it was both women who immediately said that unconsciously with a loud voice. It was impossible for the torture that Roy showed to them before to not affect them.
Even though they both basically hated each other, they still had no thoughts of causing any kind of trouble, none of them would be able to handle the consequences.
Then as if reminded of something, Roy turned to the fiery beauty once again and said,
"Also, from now on, whenever you are free and I am not around you will start to teach the others writing and logic, and etiquette.
At the same time, I will also take care of your training, and getting stronger. From now on you will be a special group under me.
Understood?"
"Yes, Master!"
This time it was every woman inside the tent that acknowledged his words, and orders, even though they were still a bit reluctant, and afraid of the future.
When everything was taken care of, it was time for them to let loose, and start their nightly activities, until they got tired and fell asleep.
The next morning, Roy woke up feeling refreshed and in a really good mood, as he saw that Mila had woken up during the night, and tried to leave his side.
There was no knife in her hand, or anything the matter, so it wasn't an attempt of assassination, but the fact that she had woken up, and tried to leave was certainly true.
He didn't understand what she was trying to do, so he pretended to be still asleep, as he ordered foxy to release her illusion…