The others watched her rise to her feet.
She bowed. “Greetings, Your Lordship.”
After this upgrade, which took her to the level of a sacred-ranked mage, her beauty also shot through the roof, making her the desire of men, those with power and those who could only keep dreaming.
While her beauty was appealing to every man in the hall, two women still surpassed her.
They were Eritrea, the reason being that she had a faint elvin bloodline in her veins and Sapphira, who was at an unbeatable level.
There was no doubt that both women were envious of her when it came to looks.
“Alec.” Asher turned toward Alec, who took a step forward when his name was spoken.
“Send two more companies of Desolate Wolves to Goshen and make sure there are enough messenger falcons. I don’t plan to lose contact with Goshen.”
“I shall do as you have said.” Alec lowered his head.
Asher nodded.
“Aquila, you will lead 1000 Desolate Wolves to the Flameheart domain. I expect reports to be relayed to me without delay.”
Aquila went on one knee with her face toward the floor. “I will not disappoint you.”
Asher revealed a small smile before turning to other commanders.
“Eritrea, what is the current number of Stormbringers markswoman?”
“500, My Lord. All are well prepared for any battle.”
Asher smiled. One could see that he had faith in Eritrea’s words.
“What about you, Lambert?”
“Also 500. The Bladebreakers are ready to demolish whatever you point at us.”
Asher chuckled at Lambert’s excitement for battle.
Finally, he turned to Adam.
Adam took a firm step forward. “10,000 Ashkelon Guards are at your command, My Lord.”
“Good. But I need the Ashkelon Guards to guard Ashkelon. The clans in the depths of the Bashan basin are still a threat.”
Adam nodded and went back.
After some discussion, the commanders left. Aquila went straight to pack up, as she would leave by dawn the next day.
Only Asher, one BloodBlade who was Alex, his butler, and the counselors remained.
Nero was in Goshen.
“This will result in a full-blown war, My Lord.” Katarina said softly.
“I know. But I can’t be oppressed by a fellow count.”
Asher rose up from his seat as the back doors opened. Cynthia walked in with a steaming cup of green tea on a tray.
As Cynthia was walking toward him, he was also walking toward her. They met in the middle and he took the tea.
After a long exhale, he sipped it.
“Always refreshing. Thank you for recommending this green tea, Sapphira.”
“It’s my pleasure.” She responded with a charming smile.
“Did you have a vision?”
“There’s a man sent by Count William. Be careful of him or he will make you count a great loss.”
Asher raised an eyebrow.
“A man. Did you perhaps see his face?”
“No. He wears a helmet and a hooded cloak. His name is Darius Enoch but be more careful of Enoch.”
Sapphira arched her brow.
There was no sense in what Katarina said.
“What does that mean?” Asher lost his appetite for the green tea as he stared at Katarina with a solemn expression.
“That you can’t face him.”
“Where is Darius Enoch now?”
“Darius is in Hebron City but Enoch is heading for Goshen as we speak.”
Crack!
The cup in Asher’s hand shattered and he threw the pieces to the ground.
Stomping toward the door, he bellowed. “Kelvin, bring my sword. Alex, gather the King Swordsmen!”
Without a second glance at Katarina, he stormed out. Sapphira looked at the soothsayer with a perplexed expression.
“Why do you speak as if Darius Enoch isn’t one man?”
“He’s actually two men inside one body and both have different talents.”
Sapphira’s eyes widened.
………
Tapk! Tapk!
A 7-foot-tall man in a purple-black hooded cloak could be seen walking toward the walls of Goshen, his cloak fluttering.
When he got close to the walls, he found soldiers in gleaming silver armor at the top of the wall.
Even the gates were locked.
He tilted his head.
“You knew of my coming?” His voice was soft, as if he spoke to himself. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
Lifting up his head, he gazed at the man on the alure above the gates. He had gray hair, light golden eyes, and an oppressive aura.
He wore a white fur coat and held a strange-looking sword.
“Ah, it’s a pleasure to meet the last remaining Ashbourne.”
He grabbed the hilt of his sword and unsheathed it.
Shing!
He drew his sword from his back. With the tip drawing a line on the sand, he kept on walking.
Asher squinted.
Suddenly, Enoch began to run and his eyes turned ghostly white. A white mist billowed off his body!
Asher blinked but he couldn’t see anything except darkness. Blinking several times still didn’t allow him to see, hear, or smell anything. It felt like he was falling into a pool of darkness.
A chilling feeling spread out from the depths of his soul.
Meanwhile, not only Asher but there was chaos on the wall as everyone lost access to their senses.
“Ha!”
Enoch leaped over 10 meters and swung his sword, unleashing a massive crescent sword light that was about to consume everyone on the wall, when a figure flew out of the wall and blocked the strike.
Enoch was shocked.
Both he and the figure landed, their eyes locked on each other.
“How is it that you can still see and hear?” Enoch gasped as he stared at the BloodBlade, who slowly unsheathed his second sword.
“You can’t touch His Lordship.”
Nero said as he assumed a battle stance.
“How old are you?”
Enoch said as he pointed his sword at Nero.
“Doesn’t matter to you.”
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Both of them closed the gap. There was a minor shockwave as they clashed along with a dust fog that hid their figures.
“AHH!”
Enoch spun his sword. Runes appeared midair, transforming into a fiery, fierce beasthead that had four eyes.
“Die!”