“Look at them…” Paullus tapped Matea’s shoulder and pointed his finger at the marching spearmen. They were Hector and his assistants.
“Those bulging muscles, handsome and strong. They are the frontrunners. There’s no way the enemies can break through them.”
Hector arrived and bowed to Arete who was sitting on top of Aethon. The lady was extravagantly armed with bronze cuirass, intricately carved. Even Aethon was wearing a chanfront and covered by a segmented armour.
“Luckily, Lady Arete is the one who will lead this expedition. Else General Hector might put us in the frontline. Man, I really wish my daughter can be as graceful as her.”
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“Thank you for lending me your soldiers, General Hector.” Said Arete, while she was greeted by the men.
“It is our duty, my Lady. It’s our hon
