Baron Scarlet's hair glowed and a fiery red beam blasted out of the palm of his hands, leaving a scorching trail as it slammed Sirius in full momentum!
A fiery shockwave blasted outward, destroying nearby buildings!
Lambert's eyes widened and he spurred his horse. With a swift turn, he galloped toward the huge flames that swallowed Sirius and everything around it.
Baron Scarlet was still releasing the hot, fiery blast while moving forward, one step at a time.
He screamed and flames burst out of his body, lifting him into the sky. From his waist below was a mini-fire hurricane that swallowed everything!
Such talent was the kind that drove the individual to madness, causing them to inflict damage on everything around them, friends and foes alike.
A hooded figure landed on the walls. Her eyes locked on the dark silhouette in the midst of the flames. It was Sirius.
She knocked her great thunderbow and the thunderous sound of three arrows leaving her bow resounded. Meanwhile, at the same time, Lambert launched a bolt, so fast that it was a blur to the eyes of a gold-ranked knight!
All of a sudden, the arrows and the bolt were blocked by a thick ice wall. Sirius calmly walked out of the flames, his fur bouncing ever so softly as he walked majestically.
Its eyes were serene and not even a strand of hair was wringed by the heat.
Sirius lifted its right foreleg and slammed it against the ground. A whitish-azure mist blasted out in a ring-like form.
It swallowed the flames and the temperature dropped back into the negatives in a matter of seconds, shocking Baron Scarlet to his core.
Ice spikes rose up around Baron Scarlet. It was like a pyramid that sealed his hands outside and his head was also free but the rest of his body was inside the ice hold.
Eritrea and Lambert were confused. Why did Sirius not allow them to kill Baron Scarlet?
While they thought, the wolf looked at them and walked toward the lord's manor, leaving the rest of the battle for them.
"It seems like Lord Asher wants him alive."
Lambert muttered to himself. His eyes sharpened as over 20 soldiers wielding polearms rushed toward him.
They were probably aiming to kill him and free their lord, then flee before the giant wolf arrived.
After all, polearms worked well against cavalry.
Lambert galloped toward them, his golden lance tightly gripped in the palm of his right hand.
The moment the gap vanished, Lambert swung his lance clockwise, cutting down both the polearms and the men holding it.
In a single sweep, seven soldiers had fallen!
Spinning his lance, Lambert released his battle force, which burst out like tendrils, wrapped the other soldiers and dragged them toward him.
He swung his lance again, and the remaining soldiers fell.
Sensing something, Lambert turned toward Baron Scarlet and found a soldier behind him. When their eyes met, the soldier went on his knees and dropped his weapon.
Lambert narrowed his eyes.
Turning his head back, he saw the Bladebreakers were mowing down the last of the resisting Scarlet soldiers while lightning arrows continually flew on the walls, hitting Scarlet soldiers and causing blasts.
The top of the wall was like a light show.
It kept glowing, making the night look festive.
Lifting his lance, Lambert pointed toward Baron Scarlet.
"You're baron is our captive! Surrender or die!" His voice reverberated for hundreds of yards.
Baron Scarlet watched his men look at him and fall to their knees. All his knights were dead but one thing still rang in his head.
He was fighting against hundreds of knights all along!
"The Ashbournes are rising from the ashes." He muttered in defeat.
"Rising? We have risen."
Lambert, who heard him, responded with pride and brimming confidence.
A Bladebreaker bellowed.
Their sonorous voices were like the rumblings of the clouds as the troops marched for the lord's manor.
All the civilians hid in their homes, looking at the soldiers from the windows.
Most of them were afraid of the soldiers breaking into homes, taking women and properties but the Ashbourne soldiers were reserved, disciplined to the core and were insane loyalists to their lord.
This was an army that would face a dragon for their lord.
An army that was ready to face death!
A week after Baron Scarlet's dominion was conquered, 500 heavy Silver Wolf infantrymen could be seen in a disciplined formation, so neat that not one man was an inch out of place.
Their spears faced the heavens, their flags billowing softly. Their capes fluttered a bit, but the most eye-catching factor about them were their armor and shields, which reflected the sunlight.
This dreadful-looking troop made up of 7-foot-tall men looked small before their 9-foot-tall commander.
Alec looked at the Typhon garrison infantry 500 yards away.
2000 Tyre Shieldbearers and 1000 Iron Hammer wielders. This was another formidable infantry that belonged to House Tyre.
Standing before them was Baron Rutherford Tyre.
For the first time, Baron Rutherford Tyre revealed his arms and what Alec saw were thick, muscular, scale-covered arms!
Rutherford crossed his arms.
"Did you think I'd let you start a siege against my last stronghold? After seeing what you did to the others?" He scowled.
"Bringing your men to the plains makes no difference."
Rutherford laughed boisterously.
"I see. But you've lost 500 men already. Why waste this remaining 500?"
"I gained five villages and two towns. The loss was worth it."
"Pray tell, where is your bastard lord? Tell me so that once I'm done slaughtering your men, I'll go pay him a visit."
Alec swung his visor down and brandished his spear.
"I'll take you to him in chains."
The moment 500 tower shields, each being 20 centimeters thick, slammed the ground, the earth trembled!
Even Rutherford Tyre felt the vibration beneath his feet.