Attack On The Bashan Clans
Clop! Clop!
80 Bladebreakers with 7 shura vanguards, Alex and Asher galloped through the vast plains with solemn expressions. When they finally reached the clan, what Asher saw was a large amount of black smoke leaving a clan that was engulfed in flames.
The clan had been transformed into a sea of flames!
The flames reflected in Asher's golden eyes. He couldn't believe the clan that had over a thousand warriors was reduced to this in just a few hours!
"This is…!" Alex gasped.
"How were they able to move that large population in just a few hours? It should have taken days." Asher dismounted and looked at where the trail stopped.
What he did not understand was why Adam's clan, after all they gained from him, were defeated so easily. Unknown to Asher, some village heads under Adam had been bribed and had sent their men to infiltrate the camp and abduct Adam's wife with the wives of Adam's captains.
Not only that, but all of the captains were poisoned, and while some died straight away, a few lived but were too weak to fight.
All Beowulf had to do was make those Adam never expected would betray him to turn against him. Due to that, the names and positions of the scouts were revealed.
It was a complete sabotage.
Even Adam with all his mighty strength could not see his wife in the hands of the ruthless Buba and still jump into battle.
"What are we going to do, Your Lordship?"
Alex asked.
Asher lifted his head. "Since Katarina chose to stay with Chief Adam temporarily, she was also abducted and I cannot hold my hand when my subordinate is in the clutches of some barbarians."
He got to his feet and turned.
"We ride for the barbarian villages. Kill those who oppose and spare those who surrender. Send a message to Alec. Tell him to lead the infantry to the south; we shall cover the north and meet before the large clan."
Alex smiled. "As you say, Your Lordship."
"Bladebreakers!"
Asher bellowed.
"Hoo!!"
Rumble!
The earth trembled as the elite army rode through the fields, straight toward the closest village. Asher only saw one ally an that was Adam. Others were to be conquered.
Some kilometers away, a short man who had black and white hair on his head stood on the wooden walls looking at the female servants, centraks, and goods that were led into the village by able-bodied barbarian warriors.
The warriors wore leather armour with beast fur over it. All of them held tall spears and round wooden shields. Around their right arm was a golden ring.
These warriors were Head Chief Beowulf's gold-ringed warriors! The most powerful troop among all troops in the Bashan clans.
Now, he had a huge number of 200 gold-ringed warriors under his command! This gave him the power to conquer small settlements and make a clan form himself.
Obed stroked his beard as he examined his gains.
"I've lost 120 men to support Adam. If I had known this was what I was missing, I would have joined the Head Chief right from the onset."
He looked at the flame torches lit up around the village and dreamed of his glorious future.
All of a sudden, there was a subtle trembling that people began to notice as it refused to stop. Before they knew it, the small stones on the ground were jumping, showing that the rumbling was getting worse!
Obed frowned deeply.
"What is going on?"
He looked at the distance.
"Chief!"
"Chief!!"
Two riders on horsebacks galloped toward the village while waving the torches in their hands.
"Riders!"
One of them yelled.
They were at the horizon so Obed could only hear the sound of the wind.
"Are they yelling?"
A warrior beside him asked.
"Riders!!"
The men yelled as they got closer.
This time Obed only heard it as a whisper.
"Riders?"
He raised an eyebrow.
Rumble!
Right at that moment, a long line of heavy armored cavalry emerged at the horizon. They had no torch, so he couldn't see their faces, but the little light from the moon allowed him to see their silhouettes.
The Bladebreakers lifted up their javelins and threw them into the air as they galloped toward the village. The javelins made a beautiful arc mid air and one impaled the warrior beside Obed.
His eyes grew wide.
It was then that he saw the visage of the fearsome cavalry.
"Outlanders!"
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Javelins flew through the air. Some gold-ringed warriors lifted up their shields, but the javelin shattered the shield and pinned them to the ground.
Upon seeing the death count on his side, fear took over Obed. He couldn't fathom the sort of men that could kill gold-ringed warriors so casually.
These were the most feared soldiers!
Yet they were killed like chickens.
"For the Lord!"
Lambert roared as he brandished his lance.
The cavalry formed a V-shaped formation with Asher at the forefront. Asher saw some soldiers trying to shut the gate, so he picked up a javelin and launched it. It tore through the air, struck the man, and pinned him at a building 10 meters behind!
Both his strength and that of his men were astronomical!
"Kill the outlanders!" The head of the gold-ringed warriors yelled and his men formed a wall.
Unfortunately, when he clashed with the Bladebreakers, none of his men were spared from their deadly lances.
He watched as his men's bodies were flung away and the dreadful-looking metal men that had long red plumes swaying behind him surrounded him, their centraks neighing furiosuly.
Asher, Alex and the Shura Vanguards leaped off their horses and landed on the walls.
Shing!
Asher unsheathed his sword, deflected the spear strike of a barbarian, and threw him off the wall before slashing the second one, who never saw the strike coming.
He turned left and right and saw that his vanguards were cutting down the barbarians with ease.
Turning, his eyes met Obed's. Obed was retreating toward his tent while looking at them with trembling eyes.
"Someone tell me where these men came from!" He yelled at a soldier with all his might.
To his shock, Asher jumped down the 4 meter tall wall and landed without reacting to the height! Shocking him even more, seven vanguards and a bigger knight all landed behind him.
"What sort of…!"
"I want him."
Asher pointed his sword at Obed.