Chapter 862: Challenge of Nine

Tycondrius' vigilant gaze passed over the undead warriors surrounding him. 

He identified nine potential threats. 

Three warriors from the Sleeping Country looked over, slow as if their fur-clad attire weighed their movements. Still, Tycon knew not to underestimate their swirling swordplay or their capability to rapid-fire their horn bows.

Their military doctrine demanded that each of their best could shoot three arrows in the span of one-and-a-half seconds. 

A Kingdom swordsman with a wide-brim, feathered hat crinkled his long mustache. It was likely that he at least had sword techniques equivalent or better to First-Circle spells designed to confound and confuse. 

...And his sword was likely enchanted. 

Two tall scouts stood up, their bare chests painted in the style of natives of the Eastern States. One of them carried a longneck rifle... a potential threat to Tycon's Gold-Rank physique.