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"Formation!!"

Alec bellowed at the top of his lungs as the stone soldiers charged towards them. Fighting thousands of stone soldiers wasn't going to be anything like a fight against fellow humans clad in metal plates.

The ground shook as the great stone army charged at them with great and unbeatable momentum. Continue your story on mvl

Shing!

While the Desolate Wolves and the Goshen Longbow Archers were assembling themselves, Asher and his King Swordsmen unsheathed their swords.

Spurring their silver blood horses, they galloped toward the stone army. Asher first unleashed a horizontal cut.

From the edge of his blade came a crimson crescent beam that slew almost ten stone soldiers.

Although the soldiers were made of stone, before the sharpness of Asher and his men's swords, they were cleanly sliced open!

Like a sharp knife, they carved through the stone army, leaving sliced stone statues in their wake.

While riding Bezerk, Asher turned and saw Sirius had increased his size to that of a horse, yet his strength was so great that he was smashing stone soldiers into rubble.

Just when he was about to smile as the stone soldiers were easily crushed by the might of his King Swordsmen and their gold-ranked mounts, a cry came from the horizon.

Both Asher and his men, all who stood on the corpses of stone soldiers, looked at the horizon and saw thousands of humans clad in beast skins.

They had bulging muscles with several scars. Their leader sat upon a black wolf. He had short gray hair, a clean chin, and held a glaive.

Two axes were attached to his waist, and he was the only one wearing a beast coat over his torso.

The cries came from the barbarian warriors behind him. All of them raised their weapons high and made different kinds of war cries.

Artarox, the leader of the tribe, looked at the imposing armor on Asher's men, and his eyes flashed.

He has a great desire for Asher's armor since it stood out amongst the rest.

Lifting his glaive high, he pointed it at Asher and his men.

Boom!

Thousands of barbarians, women and men, dashed toward the Ashbourne troops with ravenous eyes.

"Wolves! Forward!"

Alec roared, and 8 thousand Desolate Wolves, men who looked like mini giants in an impressive full body plate of steel, charged like a swarm of metal men.

Their shields were attached to their backs as they bolted forward. 3000 elite Desolate Wolves were ahead of the 5000 average Desolate Wolves.

Just the sight of the charging elites alone was enough to weaken the momentum of some barbarians.

They slowed down, allowing others to run past them.

This time around, Asher didn't bother moving into battle. His eyes were on Artarox. The barbarian chief had strange green eyes that matched the eyes of the stone soldiers.

"Hold!"

Paul's voice fell into his ears, and he turned his head to see Paul holding a fully drawn bow with his men behind him.

Their arrowheads faced the clouds.

"Hold!"

He said again.

"Loose!"

Twang! Twang! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The twanging of the bowstrings and the arrows tearing through the air fell into Asher's ears almost instantly.

He turned to the other side and saw the arrows descend like rainfall. Barbarians that were running began to fall; some slid for a while.

By the time the gap between them and the Desolate Wolves had almost vanished, 1600 barbarians had fallen!

Some meters before they clashed, the Desolate Wolves came to swift halts, pulled out their tower shields, and slammed them into the ground.

Before the barbarians reached them, a long, sturdy shield wall had been built.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Some barbarians slammed the shield wall, some with their bodies, some with weapons, some trying to climb over it.

Unfortunately, while their aggressiveness was powerful, it was nothing before strategy, teamwork, well-trained soldiers, and finally… knights!

Puchi! Puchi!

Spears launched out like cobras, well-timed, well-executed, and outrageously deadly. Each hit brought a barbarian down.

Man or woman, none was spared or took less hit.

Behind the wall, Alec, who was at the forefront of the shield wall, turned to his left and right. He could see that although the knights were much stronger than the barbarians, the pressure of thousands was weighing on them.

"Hold!"

He bellowed. His voice seemed to be packed with so much energy that it strengthened them.

Just as he was about to shout again, a knight beside him suddenly transformed into stone and became still.

Alec's eyes widened.

Yet it wasn't over. The knight's eyes became green, and he swung his spear, dissolving a section of the wall!

In the next second, another knight was transformed, and the one next to him was also transformed.

Seeing that it was spreading, Alec lunged out of the line. With a deep grunt, he flung his shield upward, throwing grown men and women into the air!

His eyes were like lasers, scanning for the cause of the changes in his men.

He found Artarox easily subduing an elite Desolate Wolf, and just by touching the spear, the elite Desolate Wolf became a stone statue.

The statue's eyes turned green the next moment; he got up and faced his own comrades!

Artarox had a crazy smile on his face. His talent allowed him to turn anything he wanted into stone, and as he did so, he grew stronger!

He could also control the stone statues if they were living beings like humans or beasts, and he could see through their eyes.

This was how he knew about Asher.

After turning ten knights into stone, Artarox felt he was close to the sacred rank!

'More!'

He roared in his heart only for a spear to plunge into the soil before him. His eyes narrowed, but before he could turn toward the direction the spear came from, Alec had closed the gap.

Bam!

Alec grabbed the man and pinned him to the ground, then rolled off.

Both of them got to their feet at the same time. Artarox swung his glaive at Alec, but the grand commander evaded it with a slight tilt.

He closed the gap with two huge steps, pulling his spear out of the ground as he did so.

Artarox slammed his glaive against Alec's abdomen twice but got repelled. His eyes widened as he noticed both his talent and his weapon were unable to harm Alex.

Swoosh!

The gleaming spearhead reflected in his pupils.

Puchi!