Bam!
Baron Rutherford flew backward and slammed the ground so hard that all the bones in his body began to hurt.
He saw a life flash before his eyes but for some reason he was alive. Unbeknownst to him, Alec’s spear had pierced through over a dozen of his men and still plunged into a hill with a might sound.
The wind carried by the spear took him off his feet and slammed him hard.
Tapk! Tapk!
Alec walked up to him and looked into his eyes. “Orders are to spare your life but you will work. You will work in the mines for the rest of your life.”
Baron Rutherford’s pupils shook.
What rank was this man before him?
How could such a powerful knight be in the northern part of the wasteland and serve that wretched lord?
Rutherford began to question if the House Ashbourne had been gathering their wealth and fortune for decades just to groom such a powerful troop. Was that young lord truly the one in charge?
His questions remained unanswered as he was thrown into a wooden cage along with some of his men. Out of 3000 soldiers, a little over 200 survived, most being injured.
Looking at the captives being thrown into the large wooden prisons that had large wheels and were carried by six centrak horses for a while, Alec turned after the doors were closed. About 5 cages were filled.
“How many did we lose?”
He asked a captain.
“120. 280 have light injuries.” The captain reported.
“Make sure the wounded are returned to camp. The rest of us will march for Typhon City.”
The captain nodded.
After he left, another man walked up to Alec. He was in charge of the messenger falcons.
“Commander, there’s a letter from His Lordship.”
Alec opened the rolled-up paper and as he read the content, he smiled.
“Baron Scarlet’s domain has been conquered.”
He turned his head to the man.
“Send a letter to His Lordship. Inform him that Baron Rutherford Tyre is on his way to him as a captive.”
The man smiled.
“As you command.”
He turned and left.
After a night’s rest, 600 infantry soldiers, 300 Silver Wolf, and 300 Desolate Slayers marched for Typhon at a moderate speed. By the time it was almost noon, they could see the walls of the city.
The moment the soldiers on the wall saw the troop, they fled, leaving the city gate open for Alec to march in with ease.
Without the presence of Baron Rutherford, fighting for the city was meaningless so the soldiers’ actions were justified. In this era, people fought for riches or for their lords.
It was meaningless to give your life away for a lord that had been slain or captured.
At the end of that day, Typhon City was conquered and the Ashbourne flags were hung on the city walls.
After two days, Alec began the mass evacuation as he led the people to Nineveh under the protection of his men.
…….
After a month, Asher’s troops returned to Nineveh with a population of 70,000! 50,000 were sent to Ashkelon, increasing the city’s population to 100,000, while 20,000 stayed in Nineveh.
Nineveh’s population rose up to 49,000!
In the sacred hall, Asher sat on the throne, looking at his commanders and his pet beast with a little smile.
A notification popped up in his retina.
[Ding! Conquest Quest: Conquer Baron Scarlet and Baron Tyre’s domains in a month and two weeks. (1/1) Complete.]
[Reward activating…]
[Upgrading Sirius…]
Before Asher’s eyes, Sirius howled as a bright light engulfed it, blinding the eyes of others.
Swoosh!
The light died down.
Sirius grew until it was 21 feet tall, its back touching the lofty ceiling! Its fur on the back grew thick and long. From its head to its tails were thick, long furs.
Its eyes gained a deep purple shade, one that was both attracting and frightening. A sweep of its tail and a great wind blew against Asher’s face.
His claws were several inches longer than before, so long that its fur could not hide it. The polished stone floor sank inward due to Sirius’ weight!
Just looking at the beast, not even the commanders were able to hide the fright in their eyes.
The BloodBlades held their hilts, almost drawing their swords out of the scabbards as they all forgot Sirius was on their side.
Sirius exposed its new set of teeth that could only be justified as fangs, and their wills to fight began to crumble.
“What in the world?” Lambert gulped. Fear had never gripped him like this in his life.
He felt so powerless in Sirius’s presence. Sirius had become a Spirit Wolf Emperor!
A faint white light shone on Asher’s skin, and his own transformation began.
First, his height finally rose from 6 feet to 6.5 feet; his biceps and triceps increased and were more visible.
His hair and eyes gained a brighter, more attractive shade.
His looks increased by two folds.
Both Cynthia and Eritrea had to blink a couple of times to absorb Asher’s new look. Above his mere looks, there was a suppressive aura that billowed off him.
Wolf Suppression Aura.
It gave others the impression that Asher was a mighty wolf king.
Pop! Pop!
The sounds of his bones as he got to his feet echoed in the hall.
Asher’s smile broadened.
“Is there a reward for your commanders?” Kevin whispered to him.
Asher raised an eyebrow. His eyes veered toward his commanders, and he lifted his right hand.
“Arise.”
All of them stood up. Asher then turned to Sirius. “How do you plan on leaving this hall?”
Sirius whinnied and suddenly began to grow smaller until it was the size of a normal wolf. It’s aura vanished, but no one judged it by its size.
“Oh, good.”
With Sirius settled, Asher focused on his commanders.
[Ding! Your intentions to reward your commanders have been sensed.]
[Would you like to upgrade Commander Alec to become a Grand Commander, being able to command 10,000 elite infantrymen? Yes or No?]
[Would you like to upgrade Commander Eritrea to become a Grand Commander, being able to lead 10,000 elite sharpshooters? Yes or No?]
[Would you like to upgrade Commander Lambert to become an Epic Commander, being able to lead 5,000 cavaliers? Yes or No?]
