Swish! Swish!
The sound of friction against grass fell into Asher’s ears. He turned and saw his men behind him. All the King Swordsmen were with him and none of them came with their mounts. The King Swordsmen troop wasn’t a cavalry troop so they did not need their mounts to perfect their fighting capacity.
The mounts were for their mobility.
At this moment, they were in a forest. There was no flame torch and the skies were still dark but it was slowly clearing up. The dew on the leaves of the plants irritated Asher at first but he grew to ignore it and focus on what he would gain from this.
He saw a small, flawless foot touching the tip of a grass and he traced the foot straight to the head. The owner of the foot wore a white gown that reached her ankles and the sleeves had a cut from the wrist to the elbow, making it flutter at the slightest brush of the wind.
Her silky jet black hair caressed her back ever so gently. It was an attractive sight and this was just her hair!
The way each strand seems to gleam and move in sync with the other could keep a man enthralled for quite a while.
Unfortunately, Asher wasn’t willing to waste his time thinking about something that wouldn’t benefit his mission, which was hunting these exotic horses.
“How close are we?”
He asked.
Sapphira turned her head toward him.
“The valley is beyond these trees ahead of us.”
Asher nodded and ordered everyone to be as silent as possible as they encroached, and after moving through the trees, Asher saw a green valley. The valley had lots of short, vibrant green grasses, and in the midst of these grasses were tall, striking creatures.
They had bright silver rhombus-shaped scales and long, curved aqua blue horns. Their scaly tails were strong enough to destroy rocks and kill an adult human warrior!
However, the thought of having them as mounts riled up the emotions of Asher and his men.
“How do we tame them?”
Alex asked.
Asher furrowed his brows. “The lassos should work.”
“But they look feeble compared to those muscular, scaled horses.” Sapphira remarked with a coy smile.
Asher glanced at her.
What was she at?
Averting his gaze, he squinted while examining the horses. Indeed, they were as imposing as written in the ancient records and depicted by Sapphira.
Just as he took a step forward, Sapphira stretched out her hand and a barrier formed before him.
“You can’t tame silver-blood horses the same way you tame other horses. Your lassos won’t work.”
“And how do you know about this?”
Sapphira crossed her arm.
“Because I once tried capturing that one.” Sapphira pointed at the silver-blood horse resting in the middle of the herd.
Asher squinted. It was a beautiful-looking silver blood horse, probably a female. It’s passive aura made Asher know she was the ruler of this herd.
She was their queen.
“I had tried capturing her and some of them to build a cavalry for Nimrim and to achieve that, I tried getting the queen but our lassos were useless. Not even ten reinforced ones could hold her.”
Asher frowned.
“I see.”
All of a sudden, Asher turned toward his men.
“Surround the valley.”
After they had surrounded the valley, Asher walked out of the grasses to Sapphira’s shock, and when the horses began to spot him, her eyes widened to the limit.
Together, these horses could slay a saint-ranked individual like her and Asher was about to provoke them openly!
Neigh!
The queen horse neighed softly and ten horses galloped toward Asher, looking intimidating as they moved through the grassy plains at high speed.
Instead of retreating, Asher began to walk down the valley. Midway, his wolf suppression aura burst out, enveloping the valley with the presence of a ferocious wolf emperor.
Everyone felt a wolf emperor had just graced the plains.
Not just the 10 galloping toward Asher but the remaining 590 were frozen in fear. Filled with fear, they galloped toward the only exit that led to a different plain; however, a barrier sealed that route and a calming aura spread out.
The moment the horses calmed down, lassos came from nowhere!
They were too conformable in Sapphira’s aura domain to struggle.
Only the queen was stubborn but when Asher stood before it, the arrogant horse staggered under the overwhelming aura and fell.
“Wasn’t too hard.” He said to Sapphira, who snorted.
As they were preparing to leave with their catch, a gray, furry creature appeared on the hill. It was followed by several other furry creatures.
It was a massive pack of wolves!
A 2 meters tall wolf led them!
Its green eyes were locked on Asher, his men, and the horses.
The sight of such delicious prey stuck in a small valley caused its eyes to brighten. A great aura summoned them but it never expected seeing so many prey.
Brandishing its claws, the chief wolf lifted up its head.
Awoo!
Rumble!
Wolves, from all sides, ran town. Saliva dripped from their mouths; their claws dug deep into the soil and their teeth were ready to sink into the flesh of their prey.
“Swords!”
Asher bellowed as he brandished Euodias.
His breathing got calmer the closer the wolves got, and the moment they were already before him, his eyes sharpened.
He thrust Euodias using output. This unleashed a massive amount of crimson energy that cut down ten wolves instantly but more filled their place.
Boom!
Asher lunged forward, swinging left and right in the ranks of the ferocious wolves. To his surprise, he saw the Silver Blood Horses fighting side by side his men. Seeing them take the opportunity to plunge their horns into the wolves made him lift his eyebrows.
Sapphira was in the sky, offering help to those who were ambushed by numbers they could not handle. Because of her, the King Swordsmen could fight to their heart’s desire but they still couldn’t compare to the Noble BloodBlades!
