FerriticMatrix

Waking up inside the ruins of an orphanage, Alexander finds himself chained and sold to slavery.
A modern metallurgist, trapped in ancient times, watch as he tries to play with the cards fate dealt him.
He will make plate armor, invent paper, build roads, teach governance and many more, as he tries to carve a place for himself.
But how can such things not attract jealous eyes?
The naval superpower- Cantagena,
The unstoppable army of- Exolas, 
The superpower of the east- Adhania,
The mercantile confederation- Sybarsis, 
The religious fanatics- Iyizarid, 
And the ever-present- Barbarians of the Barren Forrest,
All want something from each other.
In this ocean of sharks, follow a small carp as it struggles to leap through the dragon gate and establish a dynasty to outlast them all.

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Herald of Steel

At Cambyses's inquiry, Juminus produced a slight frown on his brows that was visible even through the helmet.


That question really revealed their current Achiell's heel, and the man should have been commended to keep his reaction to just a mild reaction.


"Not many. 30,000 is really not a lot of arrows to begin with," He frankly answered with a rueful shake of his head, before elaborating, "Our stocks here meant each of the 300 archers got a hundred (100_ arrows."


"An average archer, he can shoot about 5 shots a minute. A crossbowman about 1 to 2 a minute. And as for the instant bow…well mistress can see for herself."


The prodigious rate at which the instant bow ate up arrows was a scene to behold.


And though Juminus had suspected it before, seeing it firsthand was an eye-opening experience for him.


Saying this, Juminus here paused a bit to articulate his thoughts, perhaps ruminating on how to say the next words, before again starting. 


Manor Defense (Part-3)