Chapter 61 (2)

Chapter 61 (2)

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Thinking that, Ian stood atop the partition and charged at the man trying to stick his leg into the carriage from the opposite side.

This damn!

The frantic man tried to block Ians sword and staggered, barely leaping onto the saddle of his horse running alongside the carriage.

Ian sent another surge of the marshs resentment towards him.

The resentment drained a bit more blood than before as it moved towards the man.

Be careful! Luci screamed then.

The man who had boarded the rear of the carriage was attacking Ian from behind.

Ppeoreng-

Magic?!

Flames spurted from the mans face.

It was a spark too faint to be called an explosion, but enough to momentarily stun him.

And,

Kwajik-!

Enough time for Ian to swing his sword.

The mercenary with half his head sliced off fell backwards like a log.

The wench is a mage!

The brat is using magic! Everyone be careful!

The mercenaries shouts continued.

Ian turned to look at the frozen Luci with an outstretched hand and smiled.

It was as the mercenaries had shouted.

The flames just now were her doing.

Having recovered from her surprise, Luci nodded back at him.

This damned Miguels lament followed.

Two mercenaries had somehow managed to keep up alongside, thrusting their spears toward the horses.

It was right after that the magic stones on the barding flickered.

Poohwak-!

The ensuing magic was the familiar defensive barrier spell.

The raging barrier.

Ueok?!

The mercenaries lost their balance in the moment of confusion, and two bolts consecutively pierced their shoulders and chests.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Speed up! Right now!

Ah, got it!

Miguel whipped the reins.

The horses bolted as if in a frenzy.

The magic stones embedded in the barding flickered.

In an instant, the carriage put distance between itself and the mercenary throngs.

When we get to the Empire, Ill have to buy the best barding first, Ian muttered as he climbed up to the drivers bench.

The Hiram cavalry blocking the path ahead drew closer.

Their faces etched with bewilderment.

They too frantically whipped their reins, but could not match the magic-aided warhorses.

Gripping his sword, Ian lowered his stance as if about to leap forth at any moment.

Hiiik!

The cavalrymen glimpsing the carriages front and rear held their breath.

They had locked eyes with the bloodsoaked, sword-gripping Ian.

There was not a single one among them who had not witnessed his feats of leaping between the horse and carriage.

Uaaah-!

The cavalrymen screamed and scattered left and right sooner than Ian could pounce.

The carriage overtook them.

I, I see it!

Finally, Miguels eyes widened.

With those blocking their path gone, the distant river stretching out came into view.

So engrossed in the bloody battle, he had not even realized they had left the valley.

Keep going. This is only the beginning, Ians voice remained level as he caught his breath.

Miguel, whose face was flushed, looked up at him.

Ian, who had one foot propped on the luggage compartment as he gazed behind them, eventually added,

Theyre coming.

Beyond the Hiram cavalry,

The black cavalry was charging.

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