The loud sound of banging filled the large village of Selmot, a large group of over 400 women in black and red leather armour with a beautiful sheen.
They shimmered in the desert sun, their hands holding swords, lances with bows on their backs.
Thud!
Alexander watched from the stone walls; thanks to the use of his coins, the entire Selmot was like a fortress, towering walls now over 4 metres tall with towers on each corner and gate, with a dozen militia archers standing watch, their eyes focused and bodies taut.
"You gathered quite the little army, my prince." Qilana's soft voice sounded, her body standing in full armour beside the handsome male.
He wore a simple black suit with a white shirt and a huge sword on his left hip; the black sheath was beautiful as it seemed to absorb even the sunlight.
'This elven suit that Laura gave me, It's really lucky it has a regenerative feature...'
