“Asher Ashbourne…”
She gasped.
His eyes trembled further as she watched the man, whose aura was like that of a mighty wolf, galiantly ride toward her with his sword drawn.
Knowing that they were still charging, Aquilia’s bodyguards built a shield wall while trying to move the frozen mage away but the King Swordsmen met them. Sounds of her men being slammed into the distance by the centraks fell into Aquilia’s ears.
When she looked around, only King Swordsmen on Centrak backs could be seen moving for the army behind her. Her bodyguards, the elites in Tyre domain, were defeated by the horses, not even the soldiers.
She couldn’t believe it.
Did Count William find favor in Asher once again?
Where did he get such powerful mounts and soldiers from?
Questions kept sprouting in her mind until Asher and his BloodBlades were before her.
“You’re Lady Aquila, daughter of Baron Rutherford, I presume.”
Asher spoke with a deep yet calm tone.
He believed his personal troop was enough to deal with the rest of the alliance army, giving him time to chat with the only mage in the wastelands.
“You remember me.”
“Of course. You’re the first mage I met who came to my domain, ate my food, and almost killed me. If I remember correctly, you came with a man who claimed to be an Ashbourne.”
Aquilia chuckled.
“You’re just too proud.”
Asher cocked his head and raised an eyebrow.
“Perhaps. I’ll work on it and become humble.”
He said it with a little smile.
Aquilia looked into his eyes.
“You will still have the mind of a boy!”
Swoosh! The 6-inch-long ice spike hovering behind her wheelchair flew out, heading for Asher’s neck but a sword shattered the spike and stopped right before her throat.
It was one of the BloodBlades.
She didn’t even see when he left his horse and how did he know about her plan?
“How?”
Nero simply looked at Asher and back at the mage.
“You should die.”
His young yet dreadful voice made Aquilia gulp. This is the second time fear has hit her this strongly. The first one was when she met Sirius.
“She’s still valuable. With her, I can get to her father. Baron Rutherford will not let his daughter, a mage, die just like that.”
“As you wish, My Lord.”
Nero lifted his sword and slammed her with the handle, knocking her out.
Meanwhile, the rest of the alliance army had noticed the absolute destruction of the Tyre troops, causing Arnon to lead the remaining 1000 bull warriors and 5 knights toward the King Swordsmen.
With the incapacitation of the water mage, Flameheart archers began to shoot down the Scarlet soldiers while those that had climbed up the wall faced the Flameheart soldiers led by Flameheart knights.
The first 1000 bull warriors went up to the gate with a ram but some arrows came from the top of the wall and shot some of them down.
On the other hand, Arnon dashed toward the King Swordsmen with his men. When the gap was almost nonexistent, Arnon leaped into the air, aiming to cut down the King Swordsman before him.
To his shock, the King Swordsman left the reins, leaped off his horse with his swords drawn and clashed with Arnon.
A shockwave blew outward.
The King Swordsman landed on his foot while Arnon landed on one knee. His eyes narrowed.
The King Swordsman’s battle force billowed out, causing Arnon’s eyes to grow wide.
‘A knight!’
At this moment, Arnon looked at the others. All of them were so skilled that his men looked like clumsy, weak men that were unable to land a single hit.
The King Swordsmen were cutting down his men without even one of them falling or being wounded by a bull warrior.
Arnon turned back to face the King Swordsman, who slowly approached him. It was clear that the swordsman was taking his time.
Despite both of them being in the gold rank, Arnon knew he was no match. Even their mindsets were far apart.
Arnon got to his feet and removed his helmet, revealing a mark in between his eyebrows. The mark suddenly became red and a fiery beam shot out!
By the time Arnon stopped, he saw the King Swordsman 10 meters away. The swordsman was on one knee and coughing but there wasn’t any serious damage.
The swordsman got to his feet and dashed toward Arnon.
“It’s too late.”
Arnon snickered.
The mark became red again and unleashed another beam. It was hot enough to melt metal and destroy buildings but the durability of a gold-ranked armor was beyond Arnon’s current power. Talents grew more powerful as the talent holder grew in ranks.
Arnon’s eyes went up and he saw the King Swordsman swinging his sword downward. Out of instinct, Arnon raised his axes.
The collison brought his knees to the ground and the King Swordsman’s boot slammed his face!
His sword swooshed forth.
Puchi!
“Fall Back!”
When Jazer saw that Aquilia was captured, Bozrah was dead, and Arnon had just been killed, he bellowed at the top of his voice and began to run toward the camp to get a horse and flee.
Their enemies were too strong for them to put up a front while retreating.
“Kill them all!”
Flameheart soldiers bellowed at the top of their lungs. The gate was opened and they flooded out, running after the scarlet soldiers.
As Jazer ran, he saw the King Swordsman from the corner of his eyes. They were heading for the camp!
His heart sank.
When the King Swordsman had reached the camp, they turned around and formed a wall.
“Surrender or die.”
Alex roared from where he was with his lord yet his voice reverberated throughout the battlefield. The King Swordsmen dragged the reins, causing the centraks to neigh loudly, lifting their forelegs off the ground.
Before Jazer could make up his mind, his men were beginning to fall to their knees and drop their weapons.
‘Where did this troop come from?’
Jazer said inwardly as he fell to his knees and slowly dropped his sword. All their progress was brought to shambles in one night by just 100 cavaliers!
