DD_TheDreamer

After leaving earth in a pathetic way, Asher finds his soul in the body of a baron's bastard son.
As the last surviving member of the Ashbournes, Asher must take up the mantle and build his territory or die in the jaws of a beast or the blades of hungry nobles greedy for his territory.
Luckily, he did not enter this man-eat-man world without support.
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"What is the number of Count William's troops?" Asher inquired softly.

"About 65,000 barbarians, and along with that, his own troops should be about 20,000. That puts us against 85,000 men—over 50,000 of them knights."

Creases formed on Asher's forehead. "Without a domain as large as ours, he can't sustain an army of that size."

Kelvin shook his head. "The supplies of every clan are brought to the camp and they also raid the villages and towns in Mormont's domain."

Asher narrowed one eye. "Then why are they so quiet?"

"Because once a troop is sent into the Wildlands they become trophies for the barbarians. They could only set up keeps to protect their borders."

Asher exhaled sharply. "Count William is indirectly giving the barbarians strength and courage. Such an army cannot be controlled for long—they're bound to bite the hand that feeds them."

Stakes on Asher's Head