After leaving earth in a pathetic way, Asher finds his soul in the body of a baron's bastard son. As the last surviving member of the Ashbournes, Asher must take up the mantle and build his territory or die in the jaws of a beast or the blades of hungry nobles greedy for his territory. Luckily, he did not enter this man-eat-man world without support. [Ding! Soulbinding successfully completed.] [Would the host like to upgrade your bronze-ranked butler to a powerful silver-ranked swordsman? Yes or No.] ............. https://discord.com/invite/8Ufe4789YX
Crackle!
Asher turned. His eyes widened as he saw lightning being shot out of Slade's eyes. The corners of his eyes had turned red with visible veins underneath his skin.
His men being slaughtered by the lightning reflected in Asher's golden eyes. Right there, a hundred men fell!
"General Slade!"
Tigris soldiers roared, swinging their weapons with vigor and aggressiveness as they pushed against the Desolate Wolves.
Slade, still on the back of his horse, directed his lightning towards the distance, destroying four trebuchets and killing about 50 trebuchet soldiers.
Others fled.
Seeing how the Desolate Wolves put themselves before the dreadful lightning, losing their lives in droves, Asher looked beyond and saw that they were trying to protect the Goshen Longbow Archers and mages.
Sapphira, who was busy blocking the flaming boulders launched by the Tigris trebuchets, couldn't handle it anymore and flew toward Slade.