"Fire at ."
Asher said as he pointed to his chest. The Stormbringers did not hesitate as they released arrows at him.
Unfortunately, gold-ranked arrows shot by gold-ranked markswon bounced off the armor without Asher circulating his battle force.
"Is that all?"
Kelvin coughed when Asher said that. He felt Asher was abusing his soldiers. There was no way gold-ranked steel could compare to gold-ranked dwarven tal, not to talk about the saint-ranked dwarven armor he donned.
Even imperial-ranked weapons would find it hard to breach the armor unless they found an opening. For example, the gaps between the parts of the armor.
Asher wrapped his fingers around Euodias and unsheathed the blade. As usual, a spirit ca out, this ti around with flickers of lightning, but when it struck him, he only slid back a hundred yards, and there was not a scratch on him.
Seeing this, the spirit beast was about to launch a greater strike, but he infused his battle force into the sword, subduing its channel.
Like him, Euodias is also a vessel, a dium through which the spirit of the vengeful wolf appeared in the mortal world.
While he had to be cut to beco accessible, Euodias had to leave its sheath to beco accessible.
In a way, he was wielding a sword that had great similarities with him.
Swinging Euodias to his heart's content, he turned to the Stormbringers.
"Fire, and don't stop until I say so."
The mont he gave that order, the Stormbringers looked at themselves, slowly removed three arrows each, and nocked them.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Several arrows ca at Asher, but he calmly deflected them with balanced footwork and sharp senses.
He was like a mirage despite his seemingly heavy armor. His movent was light, and sotis he would seem to blur in-between arrows.
All of a sudden, one arrow ca straight for his eyes with a force the others couldn't compete with. It ca out of the blue and closed the gap almost instantly.
Asher swung his sword but missed by a narrow margin. In slow motion, the flesh above and below his eyes folded as he squinted.
The gleaming arrowhead reflected in his pupils.
In the next mont, he grabbed the arrow right before his eye. Good thing it wasn't a must to use two hands in wielding his sword.
His other hand was free all this while.
He lifted up his head and saw Eritrea. Her face was covered in shock.
"What kind of armor is that?!"
She exclaid.
In her spars with Alec, Eritrea ca to a realization that Alec, a sacred-ranked Aegis, needed to power his shield with his battle force in order to block her full-powered shots.
Even then the force usually made him take so steps back, but Asher just caught her arrow with his hands!
She expected him to evade, as that was what swordsn do in the face of such a crisis, but Asher did the opposite.
"That got my heart pounding for a while there."
Asher smiled, but no one could see it because of the visor.
"Co again."
He chuckled as he swung his sword. The sound of Euodias tearing through the air resistance fell into their ears.
..........
Silverleaf Bastide.
Two n in chains were pushing carts loaded with iron ore. They walked side by side, their eyes strangely shifty.
One had a stout fra while the other had red hair and a smaller fra, but both of them were quite tall.
They were Baron Rutherford and Baron Scarlet. After several months, they had learned to beco humble and work like others or face more of the mind-dampening sensation of the iron prison.
"What do you think?"
Baron Rutherford said as he looked at the bronze-ranked soldiers with their tall spears strolling about.
Baron Scarlet glanced at them and raised an eyebrow. "Nothing much."
Rutherford chuckled. "They're trained. They're strong."
"That was before." Baron Scarlet revealed a malicious smile. In these past few months they have learnt to utilize their ti to train their bodies.
Before they couldn't match these bronze-ranked soldiers who could use battle force, but now, they were sure they could beat up a silver-ranked without stress!
As they walked southward, a man ca in the opposite direction. He had long black hair, a rough-looking face, and one eye.
It was Buba, the one-eyed flathrower.
The trio started walking past each other like they were strangers. No one could notice the discussion that went on with their eyes alone!
"The bastard is at war with the count."
Rutherford chuckled.
Baron Scarlet glanced at him. "I heard. It should make his domain more vulnerable from the inside."
"How many have you coerced?" Rutherford asked with a deep tone.
"150. I t 10 people yesterday who refused to cooperate. The bastard still has loyalists, and there are a lot of them amongst us."
"Tsk! What did you do to those who refused?"
It was obvious Baron Rutherford was implying sothing.
"Faked a collapse with my n, and they all died this morning."
"Oh? You were the one that caused the collapse." Baron Rutherford chuckled softly. Their voices were soft as they spoke to each other.
"The only problem remaining is that place." Baron Scarlet looked at the iron prison hold at the top of the mountain.
It was still a dreadful place to them.
"Where did that bastard get those unnatural n?"
"There's no need to worry. We'll work our way to the top and take over this bastide before that bastard even realizes. Once we equip those on our side with the great armor produced here, we shall be like a rotten wound that would get worse and worse until it eventually kills a mammoth."
Hearing this, Baron Scarlet smiled.
"I await our future prospects."
As they were discussing, a commotion caused them to turn. Curious, they went toward the crowd and saw large trebuchets being pushed by soldiers.
Baron Scarlet's eyes twinkled. "So…War machines are also produced here. Asher is indeed the key to the Ashbournes."
"He was the key; now he will be the key to our rise. This domain will be ours."
Rutherford said with a low, deep tone.
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