“Argh!” “Hold him!” Apothecaries held a soldier on the ground, and one pulled out a shrapnel from his shin before the priest radiated a green light that closed up the wound.
When they were done, the soldier, panting and sweating heavily, looked at the muscular-armed apothecaries.
The system had built them differently. They weren’t like the weak-bodied ones that could be slammed aside by their patients.
Clad in their black garments, they look no different from the mages and priests. All magic class professionals wore black garments with the white sigil of a white wolf at their backs.
The mages held metallic staffs while the priests and priestesses held wooden staffs. The green gems on their priests’/priestesses’ staffs were a lot more expensive than the foundation elemental crystals the mages used.
So far, most of the mages Aquila had trained had earth manipulation; only a few had fire and water, but none had air.
Lifting up his eyes further, the soldier saw Adam, his general, standing not too far away, looking at him with his hands clasped behind him.
“G… general.” He hurriedly rose to his feet. Adam chuckled. He averted his attention from the soldier to the others, some of whom were groaning, some were undergoing treatment, while some had serious damages that a team of priests had to handle the situation.
Tapk! Tapk!
“General, there’s a message from Greenrock. It has His Lordship’s seal.” Adam’s eyes widened. From the corner of his eye, he noticed some knights looked over. Every one of them wanted to see their lord. Just his presence alone was inspiring.
Some were curious because they knew their lord was supposed to fight alongside them. However, not a word had been heard from him for six days now.
Today was the sixth day.
Adam took the letter. “You may leave.” He said and watched the messenger walk away.
Exhaling heavily, he opened the letter. His eyes first widened, and his expression became as solid as a rock in the next moment.
The news quickly spread to the commanders. Shortly after, all of them gathered in a tent, seated around a table.
“His Lordship isn’t dead?” Lambert leaned forward. “According to the letter, he came back to life.” Adam responded softly.
The corners of Alec’s lips curled upward. “Alex told me everything. We should prepare; he’ll be here in a few days time.”
“Gather the troops. We need to tell them of their lord’s arrival. That should boost their morale enough to face the next battle.” “What about the array? We faced a huge loss. Out of 15,250 strong, we lost 360. Tiberias has the advantage of mages and numbers. They haven’t even brought out their best.” “And have we?” Lambert said to Paul. Paul drummed on the table, wearing a smile that they couldn’t read if it meant he was smiling out of anger or simply amused. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
“House Tigris won’t stay on the defensive this time. They’ll be sure to send out a cavalry. Uriah said he saw them preparing behind the walls.”
Paul said, glaring at Lambert before averting his gaze. “We shall face them with the Desolate Wolves. 3000 Desolate Wolf soldiers will head for the battle. They’re trained for handling cavalry.”
Adam responded, staring at Alec for confirmation. The huge man replied with a slow, soft nod.
“What about the cavaliers? Cavalry is best handled by cavalry,” Lambert said.
“I know that.” The way Adam replied made Lambert raise a brow. It seemed like Adam had a plan he didn’t want to reveal now.
“Gather the men.” After a while, Adam stood before thousands. “Although we couldn’t breach the walls of Tiberias, I believe it can’t stop House Ashbourne elites.” “Ho!”
A bellow came from the back, and some followed. Adam was a bit stunned to see the zeal in the soldiers’ eyes. His voice grew stronger.
“Tomorrow, we shall march for those walls and continue marching until it falls. We shall usher our Lord, who will be here in a few days, into a conquered Tiberias!”
“Yes!”
“Hoo!!”
A great sound erupted from several thousand soldiers. Some raise their weapons high, yelling at the top of their lungs. “For Lord Asher!” “For the Count!” “The white wolf is coming!!”
Seeing their outburst, Adam couldn’t help but imagine what would have happened if Asher was truly dead. ‘Time to prepare for tomorrow.’ His eyes flickered.
…….
The next day, in the early hours of the morning, Tiberias gates opened. Clip! Clop!
A valiant knight on horseback rode out of the gate. His visor was open so his handsome face was visible.
This man clad in such exotic armor was none other than Slade Nubis!
Lifting his sword, he pointed it at the sky. Lightning crackled on the blade as thousands of mounted soldiers came out.
A total of 3000 heavy cavalry soldiers stood in a neat formation behind him. 1000 were knights, and the other 2000 were squires.
Slade pulled his visor down, covering his smirk. His eyes were focused on the steel wall reflecting at the horizon. It was a wall of Ashbourne soldiers.
The huge 7-foot-tall men clad in thick armor and massive, towering shields.
“Even the fearsome ogres are not a match for our cavalry. This is plain stupidity.” He snorted. Rumble!
Kicking his mount’s abdomen, it began to move from walking into galloping. 3000 heavy cavaliers shook the earth as they galloped toward the Desolate Wolves.
On the other side, Alec stood before his men. Also 3000.
“Move!”
He bellowed.
3000 Desolate Wolves began to move, one step at a time. Their eyes unwavering as they stared at the dust created in the wake of the Slade’s cavalry.
The Duke’s son and his mount were crackling with lightning. What could be more intimidating than that?!
At a certain point, Alec ordered them to stop and build a wall. Quickly, the wall was built with their spears ready to deal damage to the cavalry.
In Alec’s pupils, the image of Slade crackling with lightning could be found. He saw Slade sheath his sword and ready his lance.
“Kill these wastelanders!” He roared.
In the next moment, the cavalry clashed with the Desolate Wolves. For the first time, the wall was broken instantly! But the cavaliers who broke the wall paid with their lives! Slade led the charge, cutting down the Desolate Wolves. Their silver-ranked armor was nothing before his lance.
Lightning blasted out of him continually. “For the Count!” Watching him from the top of the wall, Liya smiled. She could see that the heavy cavalry had the advantage, and Slade was the most eye-catching knight on the battlefield.
The huge man was busy ordering his men to form different formations while doing little fighting.
She had thought he would be dangerous like Adam.