Asher turned his left. When he saw the beautiful marksman clad in a silver long-sleeved gown that went just below her knees, he was taken back. Above the dress made solely for a warrior was a silver laminar chest plate with no metal protection for the back.
Her boots and her knee guard were made from pure steel, and by her hip was a quiver filled with arrows. In her right hand was the White Furry bow!
In addition to her new armor, Eritrea’s looks and shape were also upgraded, just like Alec and Alex. She became more beautiful and endowed. To Asher, it felt like his system not only increased their strength but also brought them closer and closer to the peak of their designed look.
Unlike Alec, she had no helmet.
After absorbing the information and feeling the changes in her body, Eritrea’s eyes twinkled, and she went on one knee, her head respectfully lowered.
“I willingly and wholeheartedly accept to be your servant on this day.”
Asher smiled a bit.
Neigh!
The sounds of horses neighing made Asher and his upgraded commanders rush out of the tent, and Asher held his breath. He had forgotten that the entire army was included in the upgrade.
His 50 horse riders had all upgraded to become 50 silver-ranked heavy cavalrymen. They were clad in mail armor, lances, swords, and a different kind of helmet that had a crest, from which red plume fell down to their waists!
Their dark gray armor and fluttering red capes gave them a frightening appearance. Not only the warriors but their horses became muscular and bigger. They were also clad in mail armor and had horseshoes.
These 50 were like 500 because of their imposing appearance and daunting aura.
[Bladebreaker Calvary: A special heavy cavalry troop, trained to be nightmares to infantries, light and heavy alike. They are the bladebreakers and the terror of all land forces.]
Asher turned to the middle and saw 300 axemen clad in imposing leather armor with round shields and silver axes neatly arranged on their backs. They had all upgraded to become bronze-ranked axemen and a powerful infantry.
After them were another special troop. All 200 of them were women dressed like Eritrea and holding White Furry bows!
They were as beautiful as they were imposing. Unlike Eritrea, these ones have hoods that hide their faces, and their lines were as neat as the Bladebreaker Calvary.
[BoneStrike Rangers: A special troop of sharpshooters with unique bows that can hit a target 350 meters away with accuracy. Although they specialize in long-range combat, they can adapt to close-range combat due to the dual use of their weapon and training style.]
Asher had admiration for the system as he gazed at this special troop. None of them removed their hood or gasped at their new looks because the system had given them enough experience for them to feel like they’d been like this for decades.
Instantaneously, Asher had a troop of 550 elites!
“Your father’s efforts weren’t in vain.”
Asher turned and said to Eritrea, whose eyes had puffed up. The young woman just saw her mother’s dream come true and even beyond what her mother would expect, and she, her mother’s only child, was their leader.
Ttring…
[Eritrea’s loyalty has risen to 100].
Asher smiled inwardly.
“Tonight, we end the reign of those cannibals!”
“Hoo!”
…..
Several men stood and sat around a large bonfire in the middle of a small tribe. The Raging Bear tribe was not massive. They had a total population of 6,000 with an army of almost all the capable males. Almost all of their warriors had gone to war to gather the females of the wolf tribe. Their chief had once battled the chief of the wolf tribe for an elf lady but failed.
When the Wolf tribe became weak, they prevailed, and now he had eyes on his nemesis daughter. Perhaps the child of a woman with Elvin blood could be a mage. This was Lugard’s dream.
With a mage, he would subdue all the tribes in the mountains and become king.
Right now, he sat in the head seat with powerful guards around him.
“I’ve grown tired of drinking from the skull of that girl’s father. Where is she?!” Lugard suddenly yelled, interrupting the festival. The dancers stopped, and silence reigned.
Whispers fell into Lugard’s ears, causing his eyes to turn red.
“Shut up!”
“I want fifty men to go to that tribe and see what is going on.”
His eyes danced about, scanning the dancing women where the surviving captives of the tribes they destroyed were. Most of the women were dead after being put under hard labor and ruthless beating.
The Raging Bear tribe was a warrior tribe that did not believe in marriages. To them, women were slaves to satisfy their every need, which was why once they’d exhausted the ones they captured, they would go hunting for another.
Only the male children grew well.
Suddenly, the sands began to jump, and not long after that, they felt the earth beneath their feet tremble.
“What’s going on?”
As the trembling grew louder, Lugard felt something was wrong. “Fetch your weapons!” He yelled and dashed toward his tent.
The women scrambled. Now they were not in chains, they fled for their lives.
When Lugard emerged with a formidable mace, he saw an imposing army of metal men on horseback with a huge white wolf, which had a rider.
The sight wasn’t what he expected.
“Who are these ones that have come to interrupt my great clan?!” He bellowed.
Due to a record of continuous victories, Lugard had lost the sense of apprehension and fear. “Kill these intruders!”
His men roared and rushed toward the calvarymen, and then the biggest horror in Lugard’s life displayed before his eyes. His elite men were torn apart with a mere swing from Sirius.
In mere minutes, Sirius killed 50 axemen and left the rest to be slaughtered by the Bladebreaker Calvary. The sound of their powerful horses neighing and their lances piercing through men fell into Asher’s ears as he led his wolf toward Lugard.
Before Lugard would display an unpredictable talent, Asher gave Sirius an order.
His wolf slammed the ground, and ice encased Lugard, sealing him in an ice that would take decades to melt.
Boom!
The ice shattered.
