Asher looked at their bows that had a slot for the fire elemental crystal and the rune engravings on the limbs of their bows.
After scanning them, Asher pointed out one Goshen Longbow Archer that stood in the third row. The man did not look exceptional, but Asher saw vigor in his eyes. There was a spark that the others didn't have, and when Asher felt that subconscious click, he chose him.
While the man was walking out, Asher locked eyes with him.
Talent: Divine Bowmaster (S)
[Talent description: Divine Bowmaster is a unique talent that can only be possessed by one man in a generation. This talent grants the individual the capacity to grant people under him the ability to divinely control their arrows, mastering arcane skills like swift call and master's control. It also makes the individual unusually attached to the bow and seals off any connection with any other battle forms or weapons.]
Asher blinked. While his talent grants him the ability to tap into his ancestors and be able to fight using every weapon they had ever used or their battle styes, Paul's talent did the opposite.
It made sure the individual would never be able to master any other weapon, even to the basic level!
Asher knew supreme-grade talents had drawbacks, but this drawback was painful.
However, the ability of his talent was extremely shocking! This was because Paul's presence alone had transformed this troop from a terror-grade troop to a guardian-grade one.
The effect of his talent could reach out to those under him.
His talent was simply begging for Paul to be a general.
To think such an ordinary-looking, quiet man had such a destructive talent, and it was rotting in Baron Flameheart's domain.
According to the skill template created for Archers in Boundless, Master's Control was an arcane skill that granted an archer the ability to control his arrows, deciding where they would hit.
They would make it curve, go up, down, and much more while Swift Call was simply calling their arrows back into the quiver.
Paul was a born general!
Finally, after several months, he got his second general.
Asher walked toward Paul and stretched forth his hand.
"Your name is Paul, right?"
The man was shocked, but he nodded. "I am Paul, your Lordship."
"From this moment, you're officially the general of this troop and the first general in Goshen."
[Ding! Criteria fulfilled: Becoming a general. Host, would you like to upgrade Paul to become a diamond-ranked sniper? Yes or No?]
[It would cost 10 fire elemental crystals to make him a diamond-ranked Goshen Longbow General. Would you still proceed?]
Asher gritted his teeth. His army was like a black hole that kept absorbing his coins endlessly, but without such forces, he would eventually become prey for stronger houses.
No one would see what he had in Goshen and turn a blind eye.
Just one diamond-ranked hexakad could make a man rich; there were thousands of them in Goshen, with dozens being slaughtered daily!
Goshen deserved to be the city of the sun because, in a way, it was a bright city, one so bright that it could be mistaken for the sun because of the amount of gold coins it gobbles up daily.
Ashkelon reared the livestock, Nineveh grew the farm products, Nimrim produced the oil, and Goshen was where everything was deposited. This also included Silverleaf, which was the industrial home of the domain.
Both the research for war machines and the construction of armor were done there.
Some minutes later, the resplendent white light died down, and Paul walked out. He now had a thick white coat flowing down his back while the wolf head cap on his head looked even bigger than that of the others.
What experienced the greatest change was the size of his muscle mass and his bow. It was so polished that one would mistake the material for ceramic!
The bow had two fire elemental crystals instead of one like the other archers.
There was a mild fiery pattern on his armor, and a faint imprint of the sun could be seen on his left pauldron.
At this moment, Paul looked like a general. His bearing, physique, and tone were different from before.
"I want to see what you and your men can do."
Asher said with his hand clasped behind him.
"As you wish, my lord."
Paul turned to his men and began to walk toward the range. 100 Goshen archers followed him and aimed their bows toward the sky. Asher expected them to hit the targets 300 meters away, but they chose to aim upward, causing his eyebrows to arch.
Paul lifted up his hand and clenched it tight. Seeing this, the 100 let their arrows loose, and what Asher saw was a hundred arrows with red-hot flames trailing after them as they ascended into the heavens.
All of a sudden, the arrows made a curve, all 100 at the same time, and fell downward, each piercing the targets and burning them to ashes.
The 100 Goshen Longbow Archers proceeded to lift up their hands and spin their index fingers.
As they spun their finger, the arrows removed themselves from the ground, turned toward the owner, and flew right back.
The circled round and entered the quivers.
Paul had not even made his shot.
"I guess Eritrea has a competitor."
Asher chuckled, feeling pleased with their might. His confidence was growing. It was time the world welcomed House Ashbourne once again.
A day after Asher returned to Nineveh to leave for Silverleaf after being informed of that a movable war machine had finally been created, a convoy could be found on the vast sandy plain heading for Goshen.
Inside the most exquiste carriage was a familar figure. Someone Asher met a year back when he was still a start up lord hiding from the world.
It was Jon, the merchant and his daughter Jane!