[Ding! Would you like to upgrade your gold-ranked sentinel, Alec, to become a diamond-ranked Guardian? Yes or No]
[Your troops are available for upgrade!!]
[Would the host like to upgrade the remaining 300 axemen and shieldmen into a powerful silver-ranked infantry troop, Silver-Wolf Infantry? Yes or No?]
[Would you like to upgrade the remaining 180 rangers of the special troop, Bonestrike rangers, to become a unique silver-ranked troop, ThunderStorm Rangers? Yes or No?]
[Notice: All the materials obtained from the ovoks except their meat will be used for the upgrade of the archery troop.]
[Ding! Would the host like to upgrade the special troop, Bladebreaker Calvary, to become a troop with 50 gold-ranked knights and 30 silver-ranked squires? Yes or No?]
‘Upgrade all!’
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Beams of blinding light shone, piercing through the gloomy darkness, and reformed troops revealed themselves as the light went down.
The first ones Asher saw were the Bladebreakers. Their armor had been upgraded from chainmail to half-plate armor with chainmail underneath. Their formidable 2.5-meter-long lances were hoisted up, and their cloaks, now made from better material, billowed softly.
Their shoulder pauldrons became bigger, and the structures of their helmets changed. It gave them more breathing space as it became structures in a way that were tiny holes at their nose to their mouth region, but their faces were still hidden.
At their waists were long swords neatly sheathed in scabbards, and at their backs were six javelins attached in a slanted angle so as not to hurt their mounts. This new addition gave the cavalry the ability to inflict serious damages before they even engaged with their enemies. Their steeds were also covered with an extra layer of plate armor, boosting their defense!
These knights had transformed into moving fortresses. Their red plume and red cloak with the daunting design of their helmet made them a force to be terrified off just by looks alone. No doubt, the bladebreaker cavalry was a troop meant to bring destruction to battlefields.
Behind the 50 gallant knights were their squires clad in chainmail and leather amour beneath the chainmail. They also had red plumes attached to their helmets but no crests, which would have identified them as official knights.
Their looks were imposing but could not be compared to the knights.
Now that Asher had 50 cavalry knights, the squires could be increased to 150! Each knight would have 3 squires to manage his equipment, which was much, by the way, and also learn as he trained.
Neigh!
“Your Lordship!”
80 full-armoured men went on one knee and bowed their heads. The sound of their united movement was like the dull beat of a giant drum that was behind the mountains.
“Your Lordship!!”
Asher turned to the others.
His eyes were drawn to the magnificent sight of 300 silver-ranked warriors wielding huge rectangular shields that had the image of a wolf moulded into them. The silver shields matched their grayish-white heavy armor, and their helmets covered their heads fully. It was designed in such a way that only those wearing it knew how they could see the outside world.
Short white plumes billowed off the helmets of 300 7-foot-tall warriors, and their even taller, thicker spears had a small triangular flag with the head of a wolf close to the spearhead.
The flags billowed gently.
The 300 Silver Wolf Infantrymen were monstrous. Just by looking at their heights, a causal human army would think they were going against orcs, but unlike orcs, these soldiers had been filled with the knowledge of decades, and their bodies adjusted to be able to bear almost all kinds of pain any soldier would go through on a battlefield.
Their voices quaked the clouds as they slammed their shields against the wall in unison.
“Hail Lord Asher!”
“Hoo!”
Asher’s ears trembled.
At the left end of this magnificent troop was a 9-foot-tall half-giant who dwarfed the impressive troop that filled Asher with overflowing confidence. However, just a look at this half giant clad in such thick armor that would surely weigh several tons, Asher was gobsmacked.
His spear was about 11 feet tall, and his shield was a staggering 8 feet!
There was no denying it. This man was a human behemoth.
Asher could only pray this was where Alec’s growth would end, or only God knew the amount of food Alec would consume in one day.
In meters, Alec was 2.8 meters tall!
A sweep of his spear would kill a dozen men, silver or gold-ranked. Asher had not seen this happen, but just by looking at Alec’s strength and knowing about his second talent, which would always double his strength, stacking them with each rank upgrade, Asher concluded that Alec was the strongest soldier in his army.
Alex might be way more skilled, but Alec had enough tenacity and stamina to eventually win the battle.
The man’s arms alone were bigger than Asher’s thighs.
Yet he also went on one knee and bowed deeply.
Despite the upgrade and his overflowing strength, his loyalty did not drop. Asher did not want to figure out if loyalty could dop after reaching 100, or it might mean his death.
This was the reason he made sure Sirius was always upgraded at every chance he got.
Finally, Asher looked at the last troop. The unique grade troop!
His eyes dilated as it took in the sight of 180 female sharpshooters clad in leather armor, which had a belt that went around their abdomen, making it more flat. On their shoulders was scale plate armor that went down to their wrists.
The leather armor was over their simple yet eye-catching black gowns, which stopped at their knees. Below their knees were leather boots with a dagger strapped in. The rangers had the longest boots, and they were made from pure ovok leather, the same with their leather top armor.
Their heads were covered by a black hood, and the structure of their bows changed. All of them became ‘Thunder Bows’ and had Tenaria wordings that would light up with an azure light once they drew the bow.
The bow string was made from the ovok’s lightning tendons, and their armor was lightning resistant.
The same was true for their leather gloves, so they couldn’t be harmed by the lightning coursing through their bows and arrows.
At the right end of this beautiful troop was their commander, the enchanting pale-skinned diamond-ranked sniper. The only sniper in all of Nineveh and maybe the entire wasteland!
Her boots were made of pure steel right up to her knees, her arms were also adorned with pure steel plates, and the same shining silver steel was on her body. It was a chestplate!
Her short raven hair caressed her shoulders gently as she stood atop the bulwark, the tall part of the alure that acted as a defense in order for soldiers not to fall. The wind whipped the skirt part of her black gown about.
Her ‘Great Thunder Bow’ was firmly gripped in her hand. By her thigh was a quiver filled with arrows, and her eyes were fixed on her Lord.
“Great rider.”
She whispered with a small smile.
The same infatuated look in her eyes could be found in the eyes of every Thunderstorm Ranger.
