A servant brought a cup of milk to William, and he sniffed it before taking a sip. His eyes lit up as a warm sensation went down his throat.
He could feel a minor buildup that would accumulate as long as he took more of this sort of milk.
His eyes narrowed.
“Call Darius Enoch.”
His voice reverberated. A couple of minutes later, the doors were pushed open, and a seven-foot-tall man-armored figure clad in a dark purple cloak walked into the hall. He had a great sword strapped to his back, and his helmet hid his face.
His steps were silent despite his heavy armor that peeked from his cloak.
When he had reached the middle of the hall, he bowed his head. “You sent for me, My Lord.”
Darius Enoch was William’s sellsword, a formidable warrior that not even Count William’s children had full command of.
His might wasn’t known by many in the county because he was a hidden figure, one meant to act when it was critical.
“Darius, I want you to head for the Flameheart’s domain. I have given you charge over the troops on their way there. Take down that city and prepare for the Ashbournes’ response.”
“House Ashbourne still exists?” Darius tilted his head.
William chuckled. “Not after you’re done with it.”
“As you wish.”
Darius transformed into a purplish black blur and left the hall like he was never present.
“Father, don’t you think this outpost should be under my jurisdiction after it becomes ours?”
Cain’s words made Liya scowl.
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Two days later, a soldier on the walls of Hebron City woke up from a slap to his shoulder, causing him to stagger forward.
He held the wall and was about to yell when he saw flames heading for the city.
It was the dark hours of the morning, and there was thick fog hindering his sight, but it couldn’t hide the burning torches.
“What in the world is that?” He rubbed his eyes and squinted. “Are those…”
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
Countless arrows suddenly burst through the fog like a dark tide. The soldier’s eyes widened, and before he could lift up his shield, several arrows met him.
His comrades were no different. Some were able to lift up their shields, but the tide of arrows seemed to never have an end, causing some of them to loosen their grip.
Thud! Thud!
Nicolas couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched over a hundred men fall, and more were falling. As soldiers ran up the wall, they fell. It was an endless cycle of cruelty!
Those who were able to defend with their shields grew weaker with time, and even Nicolas had to clench his teeth tightly.
His face became red.
“Argh!”
A soldier beside him tried to move backward, and two arrows struck him.
On the other hand, Caleb Flameheart, Claude’s son, ran out of his room to the balcony and saw a rain of arrows that darkened the skies, slaying soldiers in great numbers. His heart shook.
All of a sudden, a dark purple light shattered the thick wooden gates and bars. The dark purple light slayed the soldiers standing behind the gates.
Before his eyes, 50 men fell!
Caleb clenched his fist tightly as he stared at the battlefield until a soldier walked into the balcony. “My Lord, we are under attack; the soldiers need your support.”
Caleb clenched his teeth. “Why is my father not back?”
Although he complained, the young man walked into his room, grabbed his sword, and left the manor with 50 personal guards. After gathering 1000 men from the barracks and mounting his horse, Caleb led his troops toward the gates.
When they were close to the gates, he saw Tigis infantrymen clad in their white tiger armor cutting down his men. The Tigris Infantrymen had greater numbers while his men were remaining about forty with Nicolas, who had an arrow through his left arm.
“Kill them!”
Caleb bellowed, and his men dashed toward the Tigris Infantrymen. When both forces clashed, the difference in training was revealed.
The Tigris Infantrymen were too powerful for the Flameheart soldiers, despite their strong willpower.
While the battle went on, Caleb saw a man clothed in a cloak that had a hood. The man only needed to swing his sword horizontally, and several Flameheart soldiers would fall. Their plate armor was like paper before his might.
All of a sudden, the man looked at him and shot toward him.
Seeing this, Caleb’s personal soldiers formed a wall of defense, but it was scattered with just one slash.
“How amusing.” Darius muttered. Find new adventures on freewebnovel
“I am the son of Baron Flameheart. Who are you?!” Caleb said with his sword pointed toward Darius.
“Darius Enoch. I am here to take your city.”
Caleb frowned as Darius chuckled.
All of a sudden, Darius turned toward Caleb’s bodyguard, the same man that came into the balcony.
“Have you ever thought about thrusting your sword through the man you’re supposed to protect?”
Caleb furrowed his brows.
Puchi!
His eyes widened, and he turned to look at his bodyguard, who staggered backward, leaving the sword embedded in him.
“You…!”
He could see unwillingness in the bodyguard’s eyes, but his actions spoke differently.
“Ha! You feel so much guilt. Why don’t you strangle yourself?”
The bodyguard was shocked to see his hands heeding Darius’ words. His own hands grabbed his throat and kept tightening until his vision darkened.
Thud!
The other guards scattered as dread enveloped their souls.
Darius brandished his sword and pointed it at the city. “Fire.”
At his command, the Dark Skies finally revealed themselves from the fog behind the walls. They wore black cloaks that hid their faces and had four large silver quivers made of metal around their waists.
Each quiver had a great amount of arrows. Their silver quivers matched their silver chestplate and silver bows.
Each of them was a walking turret. Once they began to shoot, the skies were darkened by their arrows.
Their presence alone was enough to frighten Dukes, for they were the elite of the elites, an intimidating troop trained by the dukedom of Nubis!