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
Their questions were answered when Alec emerged from the fog clad from head to toe in pure steel.
His steps were light despite his massive size. With a tower shield in one hand and a spear in the other, he looked like the true definition of an unbeatable knight.
"Draw!"
About a hundred Syrian archers nocked their bows and drew them.
"Loose!"
Swoosh! Swoosh!
The arrows bounced off Alec's. They could only watch him approach the portcullis. Alec squatted, dropped his weapons, and wrapped his fingers, covered by his gauntlet, around the steel bars.
The bars were thick enough to make him put in effort, but he wasn't planning to break it. Grunting deeply, he began to lift the heavy portcullis.
Some archers couldn't believe their eyes, while some began to shoot rapidly, but their arrows bounced off with a spark.