Reincarnated Lord: I can upgrade everything!

While Claude stood on the walls, looking at the tent, the commanders of the noble houses also stood in the midst of their tent and looked at the walls of Hebron City, the wealthiest city in the wastelands.

"Finally," Arnon chuckled.

He stood in between Jazer, a sword-wielding knight, and Bozrah, a mace-wielding knight. Arnon was a slave commander and the leader of Jordan\'s troops. Jazer was House Scarlet\'s commander, and Bozrah was House Tyre commander.

Bozrah had a huge figure; he was 1.9 meters tall and led the Tyre Infantry, an infantry known for their veins of steel. Men of the Tyre domain had big statures, causing the Tyre Infantry to be the most fearsome in defence.

All of them held 1.8-meter-tall shields that were 1.1 meters wide and 10 centimetres thick! Their spears were also longer and heavier than usual. They wore scale armor. 1000 were armed with spears and their famous tower shields, while the 200 silver-ranked warriors were armed with iron hammers.

House Tyre troops were known to be more aggressive than the troops of other lords in the wasteland.

Apart from House Tyre\'s troops, House Scarlet had a neat sword and shield infantry, all equipped for a siege. Although the soldiers were nothing too special individually, they had a fearsome battle art that made their attacks scorching!

But these two mighty troops respected the bull warriors. The bull warriors had bull horns protruding from both sides of their helmets, and the horns also protruding from their dual axes. All of them, from bronze to gold-ranked, wore plate armor!

They were a pure attack unit, designed and trained to cut down their foes without restraint and caution. Because of them, thousands in Hebron Town and Silver Castle were slaughtered.

"Lord Zebulun has ordered us to bring the Flameheart household to him by tomorrow morning. So we won\'t stop attacking until we break through that gate." Arnon pointed at the gate with a smile.

"How do we deal with the archers?" Jazer asked.

"Kill them." A female voice rang from behind. The commanders turned and saw the water mage in a wheelchair. A maid was behind her.

"How?" Bozrah folded his arms. All of them, including the slave commander, knew that mages were of great importance in battles, and Aquila had proved herself. She was the reason they had little losses and more kills.

The commanders respected her.

Aquila looked at the sky. "Can\'t you feel it? It\'s about to rain."

A water mage was several folds more powerful during the late hours of the night and when it rained. Knowing that both advantages were going to be on her side, Aquila felt more than excited to utterly destroy the Flameheart domain, and once the spoils are divided, she could have enough to seek the powerful priest in the Tigris county so she could be healed.

Hearing that, the commanders looked at themselves and chuckled. "Even nature is on our side." Jazer burst into laughter.

Aquilia smiled.

"Offer them the chance to surrender and save themselves unwanted sorrows. They have one hour to respond."

Aquilia said, and Bozrah, being of the same house with her, agreed without delay.

"Call the messenger."

Some time passed, and the four leaders of the army watched the messenger return. After he told them that Claude wasn\'t ready to surrender. Aquilia giggled.

"What a foolish lord."

On the other side, Claude looked at the enemy\'s tents and frowned. "Why haven\'t they attacked?"

Nicolas also frowned but he could not come up with a reason why they were still waiting. Could it be that they had siege weapons?

That was impossible!

Not even his lord could take one of those through the border or he would be attracting Count Williams\' eyes.

Suddenly, the wind became cold.

Claude looked around and finally looked at the sky. His expression sank.

"It\'s about to rain."

Nicolas\' eyes widened.

"Shields! Get all the shields in the armoury to this place!"

Instantly, soldiers began to run down the wall but on their way, the wind got fiercer and colder. In the next moment, a water droplet splattered on Claude\'s face.

As he turned back to the fields, he saw that the alliance army had sent the Scarlet troops toward the walls.

"They were waiting for the rain."

He gasped.

After searching the alliance army, he found Aquilia behind the Scarlet army. She was protected by Tyre Shieldbearers.

At this point, it was hard to give orders. If the archers dare to shoot, they would lose their defence and would become victims of the mage\'s spell.

More droplets fell from the sky and not long after, a heavy downpour began. By the time Claude was completely soaked, Aquilia lifted up her hand and muttered a few strange words.

Finally, she spoke in the new Tenaria tongue.

"Fall."

Boom!

Almost instantly, Claude looked up and saw three large balls of ice falling from the clouds.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

His men were slammed off the wall; some managed to resist but the second ball crushed their strength. As more fell from the skies, Flameheart soldiers were reducing rapidly in numbers.

Only the knights and the silver-ranked soldiers could stand the attack but still, some silver-ranked soldiers that were not careful also fell.

"To the walls!"

Jazer bellowed.

He and his men dashed toward the wall with imposing momentum that rose and rose the closer they got to the wall. Some of them were with ladders, long enough to scale the 12-meter-tall walls!

When they reached the wall, ice stopped dropping from the sky, allowing them to place their ladders and climb.

Rumble!

"Do you hear that?" Aquila turned to the horizons with furrowed brows. She could feel a great piercing aura coming from the north and it was fast approaching with undeniable momentum.

"Hear what?" One of her bodyguards raised a brow.