Thud! Thud!
Asher ran toward the scene, stepped on a small goblin, and flew over 3 meters before executing a clean horizontal cut deep into the cleaver-wielding goblin, staining his sword with its green blood.
The goblin let out a weak roar and swung its cleaver at Asher, who leaned back and watched the cleaver fly past his face.
He sensed a goblin coming from behind, so he flipped his sword and positioned it in reverse. Then he plunged it into the small goblin behind him before retreating as the cleaver-wielding goblin kept slashing at him aggressively.
Pish!
Alec’s spear pierced through the goblin, and he flung it off the wall into the horde with a deep, loud grunt.
Clang! Clang!
The sounds of weapons clashing, grunts, and yells fell into Alec’s ears as he bowed his head toward Asher.
Asher looked at the mace-wielding goblin, which Alec had killed first before coming to his aid, and nodded.
Boom!
The wall trembled, causing Asher and Alex to look below. They saw huge goblins hitting the gate with their weapons.
The rangers, who were now surrounded by shieldmen, focused on shooting down these goblins, but their bronze-ranked strength wasn’t able to allow their arrows to penetrate through the thick skins of the gold-ranked goblins.
“Tri formation!”
Alec lifted his head and yelled.
Immediately, the sheildmen and axemen began to form a formation of three men with their backs joined as they faced their partners blindspot and began cutting down goblins with increasing intensity.
A shieldman was about to thrust his spear when a sudden chill struck his bones, causing him to groan in pain. Goblins swiftly took advantage of it and swarmed him until he fell!
Alec wanted to rush toward the scene, but Asher held him back and told him to look around. In the same pattern, their forces were falling one after the other. Sheildmen, axemen, and even the treasured rangers!
“It’s their force.”
Realization dawned on Alec.
The Abyss Force was like a virus, and it was eating up the soldiers’ Battle Force, mostly due to their depreciating stamina.
“This is what happens to cities without priests. Tell them to unleash their battle force to their limits. They’ll be able to weaken the spread. I and the bladebreakers will take it from here.”
Asher swiftly left after saying that.
Neigh! Neigh!
A hundred bladebreakers neatly arranged themselves while being fully clad in their heavy armor. Their lances were facing the ground, and their cloaks billowed upward, ever so gently.
Their horses neighed softly, seemingly eager to rush into battle.
Fifty of these cavalrymen were true bladebreakers, while the other fifty were bronze-ranked soldiers recruited into the troop. For now, they were apprentices and will only become a bladebreaker squire at the silver rank, while squires will become knights at the gold rank.
Asher walked up to this elite troop awaiting his command.
A jet black horse was right before the troop, mounted with a saddle that would make riding more comfortable for Asher.
By the side of the saddle was a white box with the ends of a dozen javelins sticking out.
Beside the jet-black horse was Sirius.
Sirius was now 12 feet tall! There was no way he could mount Sirius and expect to fight properly.
He would only throw javelins, and Asher wasn’t interested in doing only that.
This was the time to sharpen his battle skills and sense of warfare before his domain expanded.
Upon mounting the horse, Asher pulled out a javelin from his back and pointed at the gate.
“Open it.”
Boom!
The moment the gate was opened, the bladebreaker cavalry charged forth.
Rumble!
Asher launched the javelin at the biggest threat at the gate, and the javelin nailed the goblin to the ground, causing a small commotion that gave the bladebreakers the upper hand.
“Kill these beasts!”
“For Nineveh!”
“For Lord Asher!”
While yelling, the bladebreakers thrust their elaborately forged lances, piercing through goblins as they rode on their muscular horses.
They moved as one; those the first row missed, the second row would mow them down, and those the second row missed, the third would gladly do them a huge favor and skewer the goblins.
The hooves of a hundred armored horses with armored riders atop them shook the eardrums of the soldiers on the wall.
Like a sharp knife, the bladebreakers moved through the horde, cutting down the goblins without mercy.
True to their name, no blade that met them remained intact. They were superior blades and a terror to all land forces that moved on two feet.
Ahead of them was Asher, with his sword flickering left and right, harvesting the lives of green-skinned creatures. Some of them were trampled by his horse.
A scrawny goblin ran toward Asher and lifted its cleaver. Asher leaned forward, urging his horse to run faster, but before he could get close to the goblin, a white figure raced past him and tore the goblin apart in what seemed like a split second!
Since Asher did not command Sirius to use his ice because it might have lasting effects on their soil, Sirius decided to go old-fashioned. Teeth, claws, and body!
The ultimate weapons of a wolf.
Awoo!
It raised its head toward the sky and howled like never before.
With a stomp, the ground sunk!
Seeing Sirius was going toward the right, Asher commanded the cavalry to move toward the left.
While they made the U-turn, Asher saw a goblin warrior charging toward him.
Asher leaned toward the other side, and his horse also followed. The goblin swung its giant cleaver but missed Asher; however, it did not miss Lambert’s lance.
“Kill them all!” Lambert bellowed ferociously.
Two hours later, Asher atop his horse stared at the few dozen goblins running away.
His clothing was completely soaked in his own sweat, and while it was uncomfortable, a bubbling sense of joy was slowly sprouting from the depths of his heart.
“Victory!”
Lambert raised his lance.
Those on the walls and the cavalrymen began to rejoice with smiles on their faces, but Asher’s own was dubbed by the bodies of his men lying lifeless on the ground.
[Ding! You have accomplished a great victory by defeating the abyss creatures that have brought terror to the wastelands. For such a great feat, all your troops have been deemed worthy of an upgrade!]
[Would the host like to upgrade his gold-ranked markswoman, Eritrea Wolf, to become a dreadful diamond-ranked sniper?]