Later that day, Asher brought the remaining 60 Thunderstorm Rangers and selected 60 muscular ovoks with large, dangerous-looking horns.
The ovok had two sets of horns; the first set was shorter, while the second was much thicker and longer. About the length of an adult’s arm, including the hand.
Other soldiers looked at them with curiosity. Adam, Alec, Alex, Lambert, and Katarina were all present while Nero was asleep since he usually trains at night.
“What is His Lordship trying to do?” Lambert asked.
“Create another cavalry.” Alec responded with crossed arms.
“What?!” Lambert’s eyes widened.
Asher watched Eritrea calm and mount an ovok before adjusting herself. She looked quite amusing as she struggled to decide where to hold, and it was the same thing for the others.
[Ding! System has detected that the host wants to form a terror-grade troop: Stormbringers! Would the host like to upgrade the Thunderstorm rangers to become a troop of gold-ranked marksmen, Stormbringer cavalry? Yes or No?]
‘Do it.’
[Warning! Host, the cost of this will appear if you complete the quest.]
‘I know.’ Asher knew for every soldier who would gain a soldier-specific talent, he would pay an amount of coins, bronze, silver, gold, or even platinum!
This was the rule that was made to restrict lord-class players from creating too many soldiers for one powerful troop stele. The price would make them unable.
He knew terror-grade troops would surely cost a few gold coins for one soldier! But their strength was worth the price.
‘Proceed.’
[As you wish.]
Swoosh! A blinding light covered the troop, but instead of the usual white, the one had a slight tint of gold!
When the light died down, behold, 60 beautiful golden-brown war mounts with rangers whose armor now looked like the scales of a dragon appeared before his eyes. They wore a green tunic below the scale armor, and their hood also changed from black to green.
A garment that had a round opening for the necks of the Ovoks was draped on the warmounts. The green garment had the sigil of the Ashbournes, and there was an azure jewel pendant on the necks of every Ovok.
Lightning could be seen within.
All 60 ovok almost glimmered.
The Stormbringers were created to show both beauty and valour. They were appealing to the sight, unlike the other troops that were quite frightening.
Their large bows hung on one side of the ovok while the quiver, filled with arrows, was on the other.
A twinkle flashed through Eritrea’s eyes when she looked at her pure white warmount, which had crystal horns. It also had blue veins at the foot that crackled with lightning and blue hooves.
No doubt, this was a herbivorous mythical beast!
Eritrea’s eyes became moist as she gasped.
“Welcome, Stormbringers. We march at dawn.”
….
A black bird flew below the white clouds, its wings spread wide as it looked at the large Ashbourne army marching for the great Bashan city with a population of about 20,000!
Strangely, the eyes of the bird were pure white, and it seemed like a mirror.
On the 12-meter-tall walls of Bashan, a white-haired man that had lots of wrinkles on his face shut his pure white eyes, and when he opened them, his eyes became normal.
“They’re coming.” The man said to the one-eyed warrior beside him.
“How are they arrayed?” Buba asked.
“Their cavalry is at the front. It seems they have two different cavalry, and the second one is quite strange.” The man frowned as he spoke.
“Oh? It still won’t make them see tomorrow’s sunrise. Inform the Chief that our guests are here!”
Buba chuckled. He grinned as he looked at the horizon.
Maybe it was time they expanded towards the territory of the outlanders. Certainly, their soldiers couldn’t be as resilient and able-bodied as a barbarian warrior.
300 Barbarian archers mounted the wooden wall and were waiting for Asher’s forces.
Buba tightened his grip around the hilt of his cleaver as the Ashbourne cavalry suddenly retreated and two ferocious-looking footmen troops took the frontline.
The Silver Wolf spear and shield infantry were at the front while the Desolate Slayers, an infantry equipped to slay, were behind them.
Their armor reflected the sunlight as they marched in unison.
To Buba’s shock, the Silver Wolf Infantry and the Desolate Slayers went around the trenches. It was like they could see it with their two naked eyes!
Seeing that the trenches were of no use, he bellowed.
“Kill those outlanders!”
As the archers began to shoot, he came down from the wall and mounted his centrak. Behind him were 1200 gold-ringed centrak riders, the most elite barbarian force!
As Buba was about to give an order, an archer fell from the wall and landed in front of him. An arrow was stuck to his chest.
Buba frowned.
“What is…”
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
More arrows struck the barbarian archers, and there were lightning blasts that caught those close by. In a span of a few moments, their archers had a pitiful number remaining!
For the first time, Buba felt apprehensive. What kind of archers did those outlanders have?
Rumble!
As the barbarain cavarly rode out of the city, Alec bellowed.
“Shields!”
Instantaneously, the 900 infantry assumed a formation with the Desolate Slayers behind.
Rumble!
As the barbarians closed the gap, Buba sighted Asher behind his forces, looking at him with a relaxed expression.
‘I’ll like to see that expression after I decimate you all.’
“Kill these soft skins!”
With their cleavers raised, they closed the gap, but the moment they collided with the silver wolf infantrymen, what Buba expected did not happen. Instead, he saw some centraks and their riders tumbling over.
Some were skewed and thrown away from the centrak backs.
“Split!”
Upon hearing that order, the silver wolves opened a wide passage, allowing Centrak riders to flood in before closing it up.
The centrak riders and their centraks faced a brutal massacre.
They were cut down by the dreadful halberd wielding troop, the desolate slayers!Buba’s centrak was pierced so he jumped off and slashed his cleaver at a soldier. The soldier blocked the strike with his shield.
Buba was shocked to see a mere silver-ranked soldier was able to block his attack and only take a few steps backward.
Instead of the Ashbourne soldier’s shield splitting apart, his cleaver was chipped!
“What sort of army is this?!”
He gasped.
