At first, the Ashbournes pushed back the Tigris infantrymen, but their strong oppressive power did not last for long as the Mages took over.
Rains of fireballs fell on Adam’s men, throwing many of them over the wall!
Some blocked with their shields but were swarmed by Tigris infantrymen.
Adam burst through their ranks, charging forward with a beastlike rage. His cleaver reaped lives without restraint, and bodies flew left and right.
Even those he slammed with his body had fractures, and their armors caved inwards!
“Enough!”
Boom!
A mage clad in a blue garment standing behind the Tigris infantrymen on the right side slammed his staff against the ground, and a fierce gale blew the infantrymen, who were recklessly giving up their lives, to the side.
He lifted up his staff and spun it so fast that it left afterimages.
His chanting echoed as he walked forward, approaching Adam, who slowly turned backwards, for he could sense the rise in mana behind him.
Upon seeing the mage, he unsheathed a dagger from his waist and flung it toward the mage.
Puchi!
The mage staggered backwards, and as he fell, he dissolved into mist.
Swoosh!
The wind blew, causing Adam to turn back to his left, but it was too late.
Wind formed a five-tailed leopard, an ancient mythical beast known for its affinity to the wind, and it slammed Adam off the wall, sending him spiraling down the 25-meter-tall wall.
As he fell, wind burst, sharp and strong enough to kill the knight, and slammed him repeatedly, increasing the speed of his fall!
All of a sudden, at the bottom of the wall, the sand burst upwards, and a figure clad in golden armor materialized with his wings spread outward.
With a great flap, he closed the gap, grabbed Adam, and flew out of the way because the mage launched powerful bursts.
Boom! Boom!
Explosions rang behind them as the earth burst open, rocks and stones flying towards different places while a fearsome dust fog spread out, running after Nero and Adam.
Thud!
Both of them landed. Nero turned back to face the fog with furrowed brows.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Arrows swooshed out of the fog, grazing past his chin and hitting some Desolate Wolves who were affected by the explosion of the stones thrown by Tigris trebuchets.
Adam deflected some arrows with his cleaver while Nero just stood there, his halo deflecting every arrow that came close.
When it seemed like the arrows were about to hit him, they would move about the way. Those with keen vision could see that the arrows met a slightly invisible golden screen above Nero’s armor!
Swish! Swish!
Nero’s ears tingled.
Two arrows came from behind, curving past him and disappearing into the fog. He heard the sounds of bodies dropping to the ground.
Turning back, Nero saw Paul drawing his bowstring. The arrowheads of his nocked arrows twinkled.
Swish! Swish!
A formless ripple swept outward as he released the arrows into the fog. At the same time, the arrows, first shot into the fog, returned with bloodstains.
“Onwards!”
Hundreds of yards away, Alec pointed his spear at the sky, his voice reverberating. The power in his voice was overwhelming.
The elites who were behind him roared at the top of their lungs and charged towards the fog.
The fog had separated them from their comrades, and it was obvious that without Adam, the condition of those soldiers wasn’t pleasant.
ROAR!
Adam roared, clearing a portion of the fog and revealing the bodies Paul had slain. Only a few remained.
His roar flung the remaining like ragdolls.
As he began to run toward the staircase made by the earth mage, he lifted up his head and saw Nero flying above him.
The kid was strangely calm. It was as if he stared at a different kid. Wasn’t this the same boy that cried when Asher was confirmed dead?
Arrows coated in flames came from behind Tiberias’s walls, curving midair and descending on thousands of soldiers.
It bounced off their armor but burned their cloaks, and some of their plumes were on fire. Their speed slowed down as they had to pull out their shields from their backs.
The mage that threw Adam down the wall flew into the air and began to levitate. However, it was obvious he wasn’t too stable.
His white beard fluttered as he lifted up his staff, calling down a hurricane from the clouds!
The priests poured out all their mana, thereby creating a bluish barrier that kept the hurricane from destroying the troops.
Seeing that the soldiers at the top of the wall were being pushed back and their mages, the ones holding the earthen staircase, were at risk of losing their lives, Nero flew out of the barrier.
“Nero!”
Alec bellowed, stretching his hand towards Nero.
Lambert and Laura, Eritrea’s second in command, who sat on top of their mounts, standing valiantly before their cavaliers, frowned at the sight of the hurricane.
It was without a doubt that they had encountered a formidable mage.
Nero struggled to move past the hurricane but was constantly flung back, slamming the ground several times.
With clenched teeth, Adam stepped out of the barrier. He removed his helmet, and his hair whipped about.
With bloodshot eyes, he opened his mouth.
ROAR!!
The earth beneath his feet imploded at the might of his roar. It was so great that the hurricane was dispersed, ripped apart by a greater destructive force.
Adam staggered and fell on one knee. Blood trickled down his nostrils, and veins bulged out of his neck.
His face was twisted in pain.
“For… His Lordship.”
He whispered, gaining strength from those words. Wrapping his fingers around the handle of his great cleaver, he rose to his feet.
“For His Lordship!!”
His draconic voice was intimidating but invigorating to the soldiers. Even those on the wall fought with more strength, pushing and striking even when their bodies were screaming for them to stop.
….
In the very early hours of the morning, when the sun was still hiding from the skies, a woman clad in a white garment stood on Tiberias walls looking at the carnage and destruction on the plain field.
They were able to stop the Ashbourne troops despite their formidable willpower and might. The battle lasted for over 5 hours, but for some reason she could only see a few hundred bodies that belonged to the Ashbournes.
Whereas, they had lost almost 3000!
“Viscount Syria was right. This Asher is a threat.” Sofia spat, lifting up her eyes and gazing at the large number of white tents on the horizon.