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 tal 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 beca 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 helt.
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 beco 50 silver-ranked heavy cavalryn. They were clad in mail armor, lances, swords, and a different kind of helt that had a crest, from which red plu 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 beca 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 axen clad in imposing leather armor with round shields and silver axes neatly arranged on their backs. They had all upgraded to beco bronze-ranked axen and a powerful infantry.
After them were another special troop. All 200 of them were won 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 ters 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 co 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 n 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 beca weak, they prevailed, and now he had eyes on his nesis 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 beco 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 n to go to that tribe and see what is going on."
His eyes danced about, scanning the dancing won where the surviving captives of the tribes they destroyed were. Most of the won 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, won 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 sothing was wrong. "Fetch your weapons!" He yelled and dashed toward his tent.
The won scrambled. Now they were not in chains, they fled for their lives.
When Lugard erged with a formidable mace, he saw an imposing army of tal n on horseback with a huge white wolf, which had a rider.
The sight wasn't what he expected.
"Who are these ones that have co 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 n roared and rushed toward the calvaryn, and then the biggest horror in Lugard's life displayed before his eyes. His elite n were torn apart with a re swing from Sirius.
In re minutes, Sirius killed 50 axen and left the rest to be slaughtered by the Bladebreaker Calvary. The sound of their powerful horses neighing and their lances piercing through n 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 slamd the ground, and ice encased Lugard, sealing him in an ice that would take decades to lt.
Boom!
The ice shattered.
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