Chapitre 115: Flameheart Crisis

The Flameheart soldier did not believe he stood before a baron or was in a domain that belonged to a baron. Not even his lord, known as the richest man in the wastelands, could build such a magnificent stronghold, large enough for tens of thousands to live in.

In his lord's barony, he was among the 500 silver-ranked warriors and was treated with respect. But silver-ranked soldiers that had more robust auras were like the sand. Almost every soldier was a silver-ranked soldier!

He had crumbled, but his greatest shock came with Asher's return. He saw thousands of silver-ranked soldiers donning impressive armor entering the gate. It wasn't just hundreds anymore, but thousands!

Where had this paradise been all this while?

The most unbelievable thing was that the lord of this stronghold was so young that he might be of the same age group as his first son. 

"Greetings, Lord Ashbourne."